Due to La Pamplemousse's opinion, I'm changing this, slightly. I have to
please Cosette fans, y'know.
Title comes from lyrics where Valjean say, "shall live in my protection."
In Monsieur's Protection
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in here, all Victor Hugo's.
"You lazy-good-for-nothing! Get back to work!" I yelped as Madame gave me a swift kick in the shin. I fumbled for my broom. "Now!" Madame shrieked. I didn't speak, that would be worse for me. I started sweeping the floor, momentarily looking up to see Eponine and Azelma, playing with their beautiful dolls. I bit my lip. I wish I had such things.
I heard laughter, people were trickling into the inn. I sighed with relief, I could sit under the table, and maybe Eponine would be nice like yesterday and give me something. Madame trotted out of the room to get food, and I scrambled under the table. Azelma kicked me deliberately, again, and again. I scooted farther away from her. Suddenly Eponine slithered off of her chair and onto the floor.
"Hi." She said shyly. I glared at her, the little pampered brat. She held out her hand, and there was an entire piece of bread and a slice of ham.
"My God, Eponine," I hissed, "what are you doing?"
"Take it!" Eponine thrust it into my hand and popped back up on her chair before I could object. I looked at the food. Well, what harm could it do? I gobbled it within ten seconds, taking care to wipe the crumbs off of my face.
"My, my, Eponine, you do eat fast!" Madame's voice made me shudder.
"Yes, ma'am." I heard poor Eponine gulp.
"Would you like more to eat, my precious?"
"No, thank you."
"Mameselle Toad!" Madame screeched. I burst out from under the table, hoping, Please don't let her know, oh, please.
"Go get some water!" I shuddered.
"But it's cold and dark, an-"
"GO!!" she bellowed, her eyes bulging out. I grabbed the bucket and ran out the door.
It was a long walk through the woods to get to the well. I made it there, but the trip back was terrible. The bucket was heavy, I could scarcely carry it. I kept on crying out.
Then a stranger came, and he carried the bucket for me. But when we got nearer to the inn, I asked him if I could carry it, otherwise Madame would beat me.
Later that evening, I learned that the good Monsieur was going to take me away. Away.from pain, and sadness, and hunger.
The next day we left. I didn't miss anything. Eponine waved goodbye, Madame slapped her for it. I waved back with a smile. Madame couldn't hurt me, anyway. I knew was in Monsieur's protection.
THE END!!!!!
Please review! I was in a Cosette mood, which is the first in my life, and shall probably never happen again.
Title comes from lyrics where Valjean say, "shall live in my protection."
In Monsieur's Protection
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in here, all Victor Hugo's.
"You lazy-good-for-nothing! Get back to work!" I yelped as Madame gave me a swift kick in the shin. I fumbled for my broom. "Now!" Madame shrieked. I didn't speak, that would be worse for me. I started sweeping the floor, momentarily looking up to see Eponine and Azelma, playing with their beautiful dolls. I bit my lip. I wish I had such things.
I heard laughter, people were trickling into the inn. I sighed with relief, I could sit under the table, and maybe Eponine would be nice like yesterday and give me something. Madame trotted out of the room to get food, and I scrambled under the table. Azelma kicked me deliberately, again, and again. I scooted farther away from her. Suddenly Eponine slithered off of her chair and onto the floor.
"Hi." She said shyly. I glared at her, the little pampered brat. She held out her hand, and there was an entire piece of bread and a slice of ham.
"My God, Eponine," I hissed, "what are you doing?"
"Take it!" Eponine thrust it into my hand and popped back up on her chair before I could object. I looked at the food. Well, what harm could it do? I gobbled it within ten seconds, taking care to wipe the crumbs off of my face.
"My, my, Eponine, you do eat fast!" Madame's voice made me shudder.
"Yes, ma'am." I heard poor Eponine gulp.
"Would you like more to eat, my precious?"
"No, thank you."
"Mameselle Toad!" Madame screeched. I burst out from under the table, hoping, Please don't let her know, oh, please.
"Go get some water!" I shuddered.
"But it's cold and dark, an-"
"GO!!" she bellowed, her eyes bulging out. I grabbed the bucket and ran out the door.
It was a long walk through the woods to get to the well. I made it there, but the trip back was terrible. The bucket was heavy, I could scarcely carry it. I kept on crying out.
Then a stranger came, and he carried the bucket for me. But when we got nearer to the inn, I asked him if I could carry it, otherwise Madame would beat me.
Later that evening, I learned that the good Monsieur was going to take me away. Away.from pain, and sadness, and hunger.
The next day we left. I didn't miss anything. Eponine waved goodbye, Madame slapped her for it. I waved back with a smile. Madame couldn't hurt me, anyway. I knew was in Monsieur's protection.
THE END!!!!!
Please review! I was in a Cosette mood, which is the first in my life, and shall probably never happen again.