A True Love Story

Disclaimer: I don't own Jareth, Sarah, or anything else from the movie Labyrinth. It still belongs to Jim Henson productions. I'm just enjoying the chance to play in the sandbox.

A/N: This is a sequal to an older story called "A Love Story." As such, there will be some initial references back to the events in that story. While it isn't necessary to have read the original to get what's going on here, it might help with some of the minor details.

She had it all. The fantastic acting career. The handsome husband working for the UN as a translator. The beautiful daughter. The dream home in the suburbs. And yet, Leslie lived in fear. Sean was man she had dreamed of having as her husband, and yet, he was not. Shortly after their marriage, he had become abusive. It had been just verbal at first, but by the time Orchid was born, it had become physical.

Sean had left for New York that morning. Now was her chance to get out. Orchid was at school. Leslie took the chance to begin packing. She would get clothing and other things packed for herself and for her daughter. She would get money from the bank, find another place to stay, pick up Orchid from school, and be free.

Just as she opened the door, however, she saw Sean standing there. "Darling...you're home...I thought you were in New York..."

"The meeting got cancled." Sean eyed the suitcases. "Going somewhere without me?" He pushed Leslie back inside, slamming the door shut behind him. "You weren't planning on leaving me, were you?"

Before Leslie had a chance to protest, Sean was beating her harder than he ever had. As he hit her, he pushed her back. As he was pushing her towards the stairs, she tripped and fell backwards, hitting her head against the banister.

The last thing Leslie thought before losing consciousness was: Why did I take my dreams?

A/N: Okay, so, yeah, it's a short first chapter. But chapter 2 is already in the works, I promise!