Chapter 3

Enjolras unlocked his front door. Anyone who entered his house would notice the vast collection of books, most of which were on the history of France, on a giant bookshelf on one side of the wall. Enjolras helped Eponine into bed and there he left her to sleep. Joly was making coffee downstairs.

3 hours past and the two men had sat there talking about the republic and their plans for it. They heard a scream from upstairs and both immediately slammed down their second cups of coffee on the table. They ran into the bedroom and found Eponine flailing her arms around, punching the air as if she was having a fight with an invisible man. Enjolras went over to her and grabbed both wrists, holding them in place "shhhh Eponine, shhhh" he said soothingly.

Once she had opened her eyes he let go of her "I'm sorry, I had a nightmare" she told them, she rolled on to her side, both men noticed her grimace as if she were in pain. Joly walked over to the bed and placed his hand on her shoulder "Eponine, can I looked at your back?" she nodded her head "can you roll onto your front please, lovely?" he said. Eponine did as she was told.

Joly pulled down the sheets to where her skirt began; he then began to gently pull her top up. He soon found out where the pain was coming from. Her back was bright red and blood had been drawn to the top of her skin, it looked like someone had scrubbed at her back for a long time with a cloth. "Do you have any ice?" Joly asked, looking at Enjolras. Enjolras didn't so he did the next best thing and found some freezing cold water and a cloth. Joly dipped the cloth into the bucket and then gently placed it onto Eponine's back. "ooh, that's cold" she said, flinching.

Joly left the cloth on Eponine's back for half an hour. He then asked her to roll over onto her back, she did, her back hurting less but still sore. The stinging had gone, at least. "Is your ankle okay?" Enjolras asked, remembering her limp. "yeah, I just sprained it" she lied, he knew she was lying and knew it was, of course, something of her father's doings "you know, you can always come and live with me" he suggested "how many times do I have to tell you, I can't" it was true, he had heard her say this many times before.

Enjolras hated seeing Eponine like this, beaten and bruised by her own father and his evil gang, and yet she wouldn't let him help her.

"I'm just going to get something from my flat, I won't be long" Joly said before leaving.

Enjolras grabbed a chair and went and sat by Eponine who was now lying on her side, in a sort of recovery position. He lent forward.

"Was it…him?" he asked, Eponine knew who he meant by him and she felt a tear drop fall down her cheek. "Hey, it's okay now" he said, wiping the tear with his thumb.

Eponine felt herself flush when his skin made contact with hers. "I'm tired" was the only word that she could think of and so with that she rolled herself onto her other side and closed her eyes.


Okay this update was long but i've been working on my other story and i was kind of ignoring this one because i don't know what i'm doing with it but ahhh. I have another chapter i'm working on to follow this one and then i have plans for one more or two after that depending on how long it takes what's going to happen to happen.

This chapter 3 is a king of two part because i feel i need to update and also because it felt like a good ending too finish this chapter on, okay bye bye xxx