Disclaimer: I do not own Thènardier, Cosette, or Les Misèrables. This means I cannot sell them and get money from them. What a shame….
A/N: This is from the LMFFI Card Game. And my 2nd fic, so it'll suck. Please tell me what you think, but flames will be used to roast rats on a spit in the middle of a forest in France in the 1400's. Constructive criticism only.
"You bitch!" He slapped her, hard. "Get to work! Stop sitting around, playing with your fake doll!" He kicked her this time. "Remember that whippin' I gave you yesterday? Well, that'll be happy times compared to today's!"
The child looked up at him, afraid, and then the fear turned to malice. She grew, and grew, and grew. She grew until her head poked through the ceiling. Her fingernails became claws, her teeth became sharp. She grinned wickedly. Grabbing him, she brought his neck up to her face, and prepared to bite down on it and snap his spine. She opened her mouth—
He awoke in cold sweat. "Cosette!" His voice was a hoarse whisper. He was alone, with his lingering nightmare, one that came over and over again. He crawled off his pallet, and sat in front of the empty fireplace, angry. He knew what that nightmare meant. He had known it since they had come to Paris years ago. He would get his, and no one would care. Pulling on his coat, he walked down to an all-night tavern, and used the money in his pocket, the money for food, to get drunk. The children would be fine. His wife would survive. And Thènardier himself didn't give a damn.