A/N: Hey peeps! This is my first fanfic so go easy on me. It gets better, I promise. Oh, and don't worry, there will be some Enjolaras/Eponine interaction in the next few chapters so just try and bear with the first one X) . Reviews are always welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis or any of the character, I'm not exactly Victor Hugo. I'd be dead.

My threadbare clothes did little to keep out the cold as I walked down the muddy alleyway back to my "home", or at least that's what my parents had taken to calling the tiny apartment we were currently living in.

I sighed and pulled my ratty shawl tighter around my bony shoulders. I was used to the cold. Food, on the other hand, was becoming quite a problem for the Thenardiers.
I hate my parents, especially my sleazy dad, because of how they mistreat and abuse me and my younger siblings, beating us for trivial reasons while in a drunken rage, and forcing me to do their dirty work of stealing and pick-pocketing so they wouldn't have to get off their lazy asses and find a steady job.

Not that jobs were easy to find. I clenched my teeth as I recalled having yet another polished office door slammed in my face earlier that very day with the routine "No, no, we have more workers than we can pay already, you'll have to come back in a year or so."

Fuck them! Without a steady job I'll have to continue stealing for my rotten father while he ran his own band of thieves, the Patron-Minette, who were almost infamous due to their repeated acts of thievery without ever having been caught, yet.

I spotted our small building, half hidden between some trees, and felt myself dreading to go back to that hell hole.

As I neared the entrance, I heard something, probably an empty wine bottle, smash. My blood ran cold. My sister Azelma was still in there, and she was most likely the target of that bottle.

As I ran towards the house, steps quickening with dread, I thanked the stars that Gavroche was so independent that he barely ever returned home, thus escaping our parents' wrath.

I swung the flimsy apartment door open to see several of the Patron-Minette standing in the middle of the cramped 'living room', laughing and hiccupping as they watched my father curse under his breath at the bottle he had just dropped. Azelma was nowhere to be seen.

I almost crumpled to the ground in relief, but the relief was short-lived. Thenardier, after shouting at his wife(a.k.a mom) to "clean up the fucking spill", shot his charcoal black eyes in my direction.

"Well, if it isn't the ungrateful hussy. Brought home your share of the pay, I trust?"

I glared back, itching to retort that I was the main reason they even had this fucking apartment, and I should be the one asking if he'd brought home his share of the Goddamn pay, but I knew it would probably just end with me getting a fresh beating, so instead I dug into the thin pocket of my coat and pulled out an ostentatious-looking wallet I'd managed to "obtain" on the way there, placing it on the counter.

Thenardier grinned maliciously. "That's my girl."

I ignored the anger I felt swelling inside my chest and made a beeline to mine and Azelma's room.

Our apartment was small, with only one bedroom, which was primarily our parents'. Azelma and I sleep in the walk-in closet. It always confused me how the dipshits who designed the flat made it barely big enough to live in, yet they added a freaking walk-in closet.

Oh well, it was useful at least. I entered the room and saw Azelma sitting on their shared mattress with her arms hugging her legs. She didn't look worried or scared like I had anticipated, what with the Patron-Minette downstairs; in fact, she looked quite void of emotion.

"Hey, 'Zel"

No response.

I frowned, but tried not to think too much of it. It was becoming a common occurrence to come home to an emotionless sister. I figured she must have just given up somewhere along the line; maybe she was living in her own little fantasy world, blocking out reality and pretending like the world was a basket full of rainbows and unicorns and Easter eggs. Azelma loves Easter eggs.

Suddenly I heard the apartment door open, then slam shut again as someone entered the flat. I was seized with apprehension. I had a pretty good idea of who just walked through that door, and I didn't want to have to deal with the only Patron-Minette I had noticed was absent from her father's little 'get-together', probably from running late on one of his jobs.

I groaned as I heard footsteps in the direction of our room, followed by the signature four knocks. Was it too much to ask for just one Goddamn day of peace and quiet? I cleared my throat.

"Come in, 'Parnasse."

Ok, so how'd you like the first chapter? I update fairly regularly so I'll try and make it more interesting soon :)