This is my first Les Mis fanfic, so I hope it's alright - apologies for the pitifully short first chapter but there will be more to come! In case anyone is interested, Eponine is based on Sam Barks' interpretation of the character.
"You wait my girl, you'll rue this night! I'll make you scream, you'll scream alright!"
I should have known, Father always kept his promises.
As I lie, broken and bleeding in the street where he has thrown me, the way that he had left me once he had finished, I cannot not stop the images that torment me. My own screams, his boot and his angry fist… The belt and the scrape of teeth on bone. He had wiped his hands as he went away, washing them of me. I was no longer his daughter, not that I ever wished to be in the first place. At least I left my mark on the bastard… It is starting to rain; not the light and gentle mist that I welcome, that is my friend, but great painful, bullet-like drops, driving into my eyes and wounds and only intensifying the agony that he had inflicted upon me. The worst feeling is that I can't move, the unbearable pain preventing me from finding some refuge from another vicious onslaught. Why did no-one help me? The true answer to the question, the question I was inwardly screaming, is almost more painful than my struggle against him had been; no-one would have questioned him here, not here. Everywhere you look there's another young… The bile rises from my stomach into my throat, my eyes are fuzzy now… Focus Eponine… You must stay…As I am sick, my bloodied head swims and an overwhelming giddiness overwhelms me. For once, I am not strong. You are nothing, you ugly whore… I shudder at the memory of his stinking, hot breath against my face, it had made my eyes sting and I had shed a one of the oceans of tears that had been threatening as he had hurt me…
I am ready to finally give in to the blackness, to finally fall into the void when someone shouts out. I feel too weak and heavy to run from the man who is inevitably here to finish Father's job. I welcome death now. At least I may be able to find redemption in the arms of God… You are fooling yourself 'Ponine, there is no God. The last thing I sense is a pair of heavy boots pounding up the road towards me, and the rough skin of a hand against my exposed throat…