This is going to have two and a half main characters, Javert, Éponine, and a bit of Gavroche. Italics are flashbacks. Read and review.

I felt betrayed. I had dared love a woman, and what do I get? I wiped more tears away from my green eyes. i didn't have to love her, she was a prostitute, not my type. I was her first costumer, and afterwards, we, or should i say i fell in love. she came into the walls of my heart, and i let her. and she just betrayed my trust. I hated her. The memory of her went through my mind, replaying our goodbye in my unwanting mind.

"My parents say I have to marry him, he's rich, and they want money. They don't want me around, so they may as well sell me off." She tried to break away from my hold on her hand.

"But Marie… I need you." I reached out a hand to cup her cheek.

"Don't you see, we aren't meant to be. my parents were furious when i told them about you. Please, it's hard enough to say goodbye to you as it is. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be. I love you, and there will always be a place for you in my heart." I pressed my lips to hers, in a passionate effort to make her reconsider, to change mind. our tears mixed, and i just wanted that moment, never to end, just to carry on like that forever, like it was supposed to be. Marie broke away from the kiss, leaving me feeling empty.

"But I love you." I sobbed. i needed her to understand, i needed her. It wasn't just for love. i couldn't go on without her, I would die, truly. I would jump from a bridge and plunge into the deep waters below, after all, that pain would be nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

"I'm sorry Javert, we're over, I can't marry a poor bastard like you." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She broke away and ran.

"Marie Delacour, please, wait!" I sobbed as I saw her run to that man. That horrible man, who I knew didn't love her. He roughly took her hand, and dragged her away.

If only that horrible memory would just stop. She couldn't marry a poor bastard like me, but she could sure as hell marry that bastard. I knew that man was a criminal. It was then I knew what I had to do. I got up from the streets, in which I sat, and walked over to the police station, where I was born. I could hear the jeering laughter of the men who worked there, whispering about me. I cleared my throat, demanding that attention was to be drawn to me. The man at the counter just looked at me. He looked me up and don with a gaze like daggers.

"What do you want, boy." He sneered at me, flecks of spit coming out his mouth. I leaned my weight on top of the cold metal counter, and looked him in the eyes to show that i held no fear of him. He shifted uncomfortably under my hard, stone cold, glare. I wasn't going to take any crap from anyone.

"I want a job."

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"I won't go!" I kicked and screamed at my mother, who was desperatly trying to hold me at bay, while holding Gavroche, and trying to no avail, to comfort Azelma. My father came over and slapped me across the face. I was shocked at this. He had never raised his hand to me, not even his voice ever before.

"Éponine Thénardier, you will go, and final!" He yelled at me, pointing his finger in my face. He motioned over to the Patron Minette, jerking his head in my direction. I kicked and screamed as one of his gang members, Babet picked me up and placed me roughly into the Jam packed carriage. My mother carried a crying Azelma and Gavroche in her arms. I didn't want to go to Paris; I wanted to stay in Montfermeil, in our Inn, where I belonged. I was worried things were going to change, that my parents were going to change. I'm leaving all of my friends. Montparnasse sat down next to me, and placed a gentle hand on my shaking shoulders, trying in vain to comfort me. I threw my arms around him in an embrace, and cried into his shoulder. He was the only one who understood me, and who was my age. At least I still have one friend.

"It's alright 'Ponine." He whispered in my ear. He patted my head, stroking my rusty reddish brown hair with his hand. "You're going to live in a big house, and we're gonna have tons of new friends, and they'll care about you, almost as much as I do, because nobody can care about you as much as I do. And when Gavroche can walk, he can play with us, too. We'll always be friends, and we'll always look out for each other, so before you know it, you'll be glad we left Montfermeil. we are going to be so happy." I looked up him, with my tear stained misty green eyes.

"You think?" I asked him, wiping away my tears. He took my hand and wiped away my tears with his free hand.

"Absolutly. Plus we'll have more servants, like that bitch Cosette, and we can make more practical jokes on them." I giggled at the thought of what we used to do the Cosette. I sat back, satisfied with what he told me. He smiled and did the same.

"'Parnasse?" I asked.

"Yeah." He turned his head to look at me, meeting my gaze.

"Nothing is going to change between any of us, right? You promise you'll stay the same?" He smiled at me, and took my hand again. He put his pinky in mine.

"I promise." Little did I know then, that this was to be his first broken promise, with many more to come. I rested my head against his shoulders, leaning in his familar warmth. Looking at the Inn for the last time, I smiled amd prepared myslef for the great new life Montparnasse told me about.

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