Authors Note- Hello readers. Sorry for the wait but on Thursday I had a trip to the theatre in Cardiff to see the Women in Black. So I got back to school at midnight. Then Friday was Sports Day. And I was made to RUN THE 1500M and I fell over the finishing line! Then I had family issues so I got home late last night. So I have my reasons. But as I am an idiot, I left my laptop and memory stick (which has the original version of his chapter.) At my grandparents' house. So I will be on my mum's laptop for the next week. One good thing is I am home for half term so I will be updating the story from any time tonight or tomorrow. This is a serious chapter. Trigger warning: Mention of abuse, violence, mention of rape and swearing.
Chapter 2- The aftermath
Enjolras's p.o.v
I groggily opened my eyes. Argh everything is to bright and irritating to my head and eyes. At least didn't have a one night stand, wait did I do. I can't remember anything. No I didn't, I'm wearing pyjama bottoms and there's no one else in here apart from me. Last night was nothing but a cloudy haze of confusion and unstable memories. But something happened and I couldn't exactly remember. But I remember Marius's shadow, Éponine had something to do with this. I really need a coffee. My head feels like I have someone hitting a hammer into my skull.
Courfeyrac was already drinking a cup of tea when I entered the kitchen. "I see you made it back to the land of the living." He smirked. I have a feeling he has had a good night or knew something I didn't. "Shut up." I snapped running my free hand over my mussed up curls. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." He laughed. But I silenced the laugh by giving him a cold glare. "So what do you remember?" He asked after a moment of silence had fallen. "I think so?" I answered worried. What did I do? "So you remember Éponine?" He said raising an eyebrow at me. "That's the one thing I don't remember." I sighed loudly. Courf snorted at me. "Wow this is going to be fun to tell you." He said dryly. "Courfeyrac please tell me now!" I asked sharply. He chuckled again as I took a sip of my coffee. "Well you may have gotten off with Éponine last night." He said quickly. I spat my coffee out and shouted "No I did not." I denied but that made Courf laugh and roll on the floor. "You did and you both looked like you both enjoyed it." He said after recovering from his laughing fit. "Kill me now." I muttered under my breath. "Gavroche will want to kill you later." He said taking the empty cups to the dish washer. "I'm going back to bed. I'm going to have to speak to her when am feeling less hung-over." I said as went back into my room.
Éponine's p.o.v (this starts at the same time Enjolras woke up.)
I woke up on my corner of the mattress, Azelma and Gavroche were probably out, at the café with the boys or where ever. Oh God last night. I know it was nothing but a dare. Yet still I wish it was more. What am I thinking, I only love Marius. Yet he'll never love you. I thought bitterly to myself. Argh I hate boys, well some boys. My head was a muddle of last night and how my heart was still so gullible to think that I, Éponine Thénardier ever will be loved by someone. Anyone who I thought I loved left or changed. First my 'parents', as a child they spoiled and loved me. But when the money was gone and all that was left was the clothes on our back and a few heirlooms of no importance I saw their true colours. When I got into London's metropolitan university, they were adamant to make me decline but a few offers of staying in this hell hole, working to whatever my father tells me too and being a mistreated slave to my father's gang. Then theirs Montparnasse, he was my childhood friend and first love but he changed into a sinister creature of the underworld, that's putting it nicely. He now worked in my father's gang the Patron-Minette. Who I hated with every cell in my body, they killed for fun, sold drugs, did drugs, beat people, raped women because of boredom. A year left in this hell I'm living. Then I would have finished my course for a joint course of music and drama. I'll work hard enough to get me, Azelma and Roche out of this shithole.
I remembered one of the things Montparnasse told me weeks ago. "Ponine get a fucking grip and learn that you are no fucking saint. You are like me scum of the street. You are the daughter of the slums. There are no happy endings for people like us. There will be no fucking prince on a fucking white horse coming to rescue you. None of those Bourgeoise students you hang out with really give to shits about you. They are your friends out of pity. If they knew half of your life they would hate you. So fucking grow up and accept our life. It's the only one we have." Montparnasse words haunted me.
I had just been on my usual late night walks in the city. It had been raining, my faveourite weather. It ment that you could cry and no one could see your tears trailing down your cheek. It allowed you a moment of weakness. I loved these walks as it ment I could live in the world inside my head. Where I was happy, healthy and loved. I pretended that Marius loved me, not Cosette. A girl who lived with us when we weren't dirt poor, back when my parents loved me. I was friends with Cosette secreatly, as my parents would of shouted at me for speaking to her and not at her. She was used as a slave. But now she had everything I could ever want and more. The only times I could think like this was on my own, where I could pretend that he was beside me. Pretending that he loved me. Sadly one thing I have learnt in my life is that people like me, should be on their own and shouldn't love as they never could be loved. Maybe if the world gave a damn, if I had been in different situations he could have loved me. But my theory to life is ' *Dreams can't change reality but reality changes dreams.' I used to dream that a prince would save me from the world I lived in. But reality kicked in and made me dream about rescuing myself from this world that hated me.
"Ponine you little slut get down here." Thénardier shouted across the hall. I gulped in some oxygen, like there wouldn't be any more left afterwards. I gingerly got of the matteress and walked into the living room. My dad had a bottle of whiskey in his hand a unlit joint of weed in the other. "Where were you last night?" He had an evil glint in his eye. This made me more nervous. "I got lost on my way home as I got on the wrong train." I stammered out, hoping he would be the father from my younger years who told me fairy tales and told me that I was beautiful. But that would never happen. "Bull shit, Mountparnasse followed you. He said bout you and that student. Don't deny it girlie because it'll mean you will be in more trouble and will regret meeting him for the rest of you're life." He said coming dangerously close. I was starting to shake, I know he isn't bluffing. He suddenly lunged at me, punching me in the stomach. It made me double over and fall to the floor, knocking the air out of my lungs. I crawled into aprotective ball as my dad continued to beat me sensless. It felt like decades had past when I saw a small boy with a mop of dirty blond hair and a tall, skinny girl with the same blond hair standing in the dark hallway. I gave a pleading look of help. Gavroche opened the door and ran out. I saw Azelma's eyes tear up. Before the whiskey bottle came crashing down on my skull. Before my world went black and all I could feel was pain and wishing for death to come, it would be better than waking up to my life. But all I could ever do was wish. But wishing could never come true. But what about Azelma and Roche, if you died they would be worse off. I could feel my vision returning and I could hear noises coming from the hallway. I saw that I had been moved to the sofa by Azelma and that she was pacing back and forth. "Zel?" I croaked out my voice rough with pain. "Ponnie, your awake, Gavroche has gone to get help. You have been passed out for an hour." She had her eyebrows knit together, tear tracks shining silver in the dim light of the room. Eyes red rimmed with tears, tiredness and worry. I heard Gavroche and others walking into the horrid flat. I saw them enter the room. Taking a horrified gasp when they saw me. I may be in pain but I still felt self conscious. I saw Courf and Gavroche exchange glances with Azelma. But I then saw a tall figure with golden curls and eyes as deep as the ocean and as blue as the sky. The last thing I remember before blacking out is Enjolras picking me upand cradling me in his arms, like I was a small child. And the only thought in my mind was how right his arms felt around me.
Sorry this is so depressing but the quote * thing was created by me in a philosophical moment of mine.