I'm sooo sorry that it took so long to update! I was in Scotland for a week and my last day of primary school was on Monday. Also, my end of year show was on Friday and I was playing the lead, so... busy, busy, busy. But it's summer holidays now so now I can update loads more. Yay! Thank you so much for the response to the last chapter, you guys are amazing!


"I'm still in my pyjamas you know," Eponine said angrily to the taxi driver.

"What do you want me to do about it?" the taxi driver asked angrily, turning back for a moment to glance at the girl.

"Let me get dressed," Eponine replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Miss, I don't think that is appropriate…" he started to protest nervously.

"In a bathroom at some gas station, you idiot," Eponine replied nonchalantly.

"Oh," he said, feeling stupid, "okay, there's one just up here," he told her, giving her a wide toothy smile.

Eponine gave him her best smile, "thank you."

Once the taxi stopped, Eponine got out from the taxi, got her suitcase and walked into the bathroom and into a stall.

She looked through her suitcase and took out a white silk blouse that my aunt bought her, she had always hated it, but she loved it and it reminded her of her. She took out a pair of designer black skinny jeans and a pair of white leather shoes with a wedge heel. She then took out her underwear and got changed into her clothes quickly, tucked in the blouse and then got out her hairbrush.

She walked out from the stall and over to the mirror by the sink, carefully running the brush through her hair and taking her time, making sure not to rush. After she brushed her hair, she took out her hair donut and tied her hair up in a side bun.

She then took out her make-up bag that her aunt had bought her that was filled with expensive makeup and that she never used. She took out blusher that made her face look slightly more tan and brought a sort of glow to it and applied it to her face.

She then put on her deep red lipstick, electric blue eye shadow and mascara. She smiled at her reflection; she was a lot less recognisable… and not at all like an eighteen year old girl.

She picked up her jade green suitcase and walked out from the bathroom slowly, trying to get away unnoticed. She turned her back and walked away from the gas station slowly, then turned her head to see where the taxi was. She gasped slightly when she saw that it was empty and nervously tried to find the taxi driver.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and yelped when she turned to see the taxi driver standing beside her and giving her a pointed look.

"I think you should get back in the taxi now Miss," is all that he said before walking back to the taxi.

Eponine watched him walking back to the taxi without even sparing her a second glance. He was that confident that she would follow him.

"It must be some trick," Eponine thought to herself, not knowing whether to walk on or go back to the taxi. She watched as the taxi driver got to the taxi, looked at her –and she swore that he didn't blink once- and got into the driver's seat of the car, sitting there waiting for her to give in and follow him only to be a prisoner in a mental hospital that she didn't even belong in.

She watched as he stared at her. They must have been there for about five minutes, both unmoving and just staring at each other.

Eponine sighed and walked over to the taxi, not saying a word as she sat in the seat beside him.

"Finally got some sense, eh kiddo," he commented smugly, giving her a grin even more sickly smug than his tone of voice, "and just so you know, dressing like a business woman isn't going to fool anybody into thinking that your older."

"I'm not a kiddo and I didn't say that I want to look older, so hut the fuck up before you speak," Eponine said angrily.

"I can't shut up before I speak, I won't be able to speak at all then," the taxi driver argued.

"Exactly."

"Well that's not very nice."

"Hmm."

"So… Mental hospital, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Cool…"

"What's your name anyway?"

"Courfeyrac."

"That's a weird name."

"I find you saying that amusing, Eponine Thenardier."

"Touche."

"So Eppy, you French or something?"

"Who's Eppy?"

"You."

"No, I'm Eponine."

"It's a nickname, genius."

"It was sarcasm, genius."

"I know…. So my question?"

"No. I'm not French. My grandparents were French so that's why I'm called Thenardier and I'm called Eponine because of my namesake; she rebelled against the Roman Empire and was married to Julius Sabinus. My mother named me after her because she has a love of 'stupid romances' as my father calls them. Eponine protected her husband when he was on the run and when he was eventually captured; she asked to die with him. They were killed together. It's tragic really… I don't see why mother would like something so sad."

Eponine took a deep breath after she finished talking and Courfeyrac continued to drive, but widened his eyes.

For about half an hour there was silence until Eponine sighed deeply and asked how much longer it would be until they got to the mental hospital.

"Not long, about ten minutes. You know… you don't seem mental," Courfeyrac replied.

"Why thank you, you're too kind," Eponine replied sarcastically.

"You seem normal though," Courfeyrac says with a suspicious tone, "especially compared to most people who end up there."

"How would you know about most people that end up there?" Eponine asked curiously, not caring if it sounded rude, "are you a taxi driver for a lot of mental people?"

"Naw, I swear you're the only mental chick that I've ever let into my taxi," Courfeyrac chuckled.

"I'm honoured," Eponine said sarcastically, putting a hand to her chest.

"I know about mental people because I work there," he answered.

"You work there?" Eponine asked, "what's it like there? How bad is it?"

Courfeyrac gave her a pitiful look, "it's pretty bad, Miss."

"I thought so," Eponine replied glumly.

"Looks like we're here," Courfeyrac said as he drove through a black gate with a lot of its paint scrapped off. Eponine looked out of the window to see a giant dull grey building.

Once the car stopped, Eponine found herself unable to leave the taxi. She couldn't bring herself to willingly go to a place like this. She needed to stop her father. Since when did Eponine Thenardier give up without a fight?

"Miss, you'll have to get out now," Courfeyrac told her, opening the car door after getting out her suitcase.

"I can't. I don't belong here, you know that. You said it yourself," Eponine said, feeling warm tears brimming out from her eyes.

"Look, I know you don't belong here and that sucks, but—please just come…." Courfeyrac begged, feeling genuinely sorry for the sobbing girl only two years younger than him.

"I don't belong here! I'm not crazy!" she yelled, "I didn't kill them you know, it was my father, it was my father…"

"Eponine, I am sorry. I am, but you have to come in," he replied, grabbing her arms roughly and dragging her out from the car, "I have a friend who works here, Enjolras, we'll help you get out from here. I promise," he whispered as he escorted –dragged- her into the building.


Courf the taxi driver! Sorry I just imagined it was Courf and once I got the idea I couldn't get rid of it, although I was originally planning for the taxi driver to be Enjolras... do you think taxi driver Enjolras would have been better? Please tell me! PLEASE REVIEW! Do it for Courfeyrac's kittens. Courfeyrac's kittens need you!