Author's note: Hello! I'm Solitaire et Belle and this is my first story.
I've written before, but just not fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it! (also, please forgive any grammatical errors!)
I woke up.
After a beating like that, I didn't think I was going to.
"'Ponine! get your ass out here!"
I got up, my head aching and walked into the foyer of my parent's inn. everything was as it usually was; my father distracting the guests while my mother stole money from the guests. (and sometimes it was the other way around.)
Life became a sort of Hell after Cosette left our inn with that man. My parents treated me like they had once treated her; I was expected to do all the chores that Cosette once did. My brother and sister left, leaving me with our horrible parents. It's been five long years since my last good day.
"Yes, papa?"
"Pack your things, we're leaving"
"...what?"
"Are you deaf or just stupid? Pack. Your. Things."
"I heard you, papa, I- um. Why?"
"I sold the inn. We're moving to Paris."
I ran to my bedroom and packed my things. I only had a few, but they were all so dear to me. A change of clothes. The dolls Azelma and I used to play with. Gavroche's baby blanket. An old bible Mama used to read to us, before she became just like papa. I wrapped everything up in an old suitcase and left my room.
""Ponine, darling! I need your help in the kitchen!" called Mama.
I quickly left to go help her. Last time she had to ask twice, I was out cold for an hour and woke up to two black eyes.
Mama was busy, packing up. "Eponine! I need you to pack anything valuable."
"Yes Mama." I learned not to question mama or papa when they told me to handle anything "valuable".
"hurry, hurry, hurry, Eponine! We don't have all day! We must be out of the house in an hour!"
I packed it all away, and made my way out to the foyer.
"ah, the good memories we had in this inn, eh?" said papa, hugging mama to his side.
yes, the good memories I looked around my childhood home, glad to leave it.
Hopefully Paris will be more promising.