Jennette's POV

The next few days were some of the happiest I've ever known. I hadn't smiled so much in my entire life. My brother treated me like I was the only person he cared about. A week after I got back from the hospital, he begged to take me shopping, "To get some clothes that actually fit you," as he put it.

"But Enjy!" I protested. "I don't want you spending a ton on me!"

"Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "I've never gotten the chance to spoil my little sister before!"
"You don't need to," I muttered.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaase?" he pleaded. "I'll go down on my knees and beg if I have to."

I sighed and laughed. "Christ, Enj, you're embarrassing me!"

"GOOD!" he answered loudly, ruffling my hair. "Come on, it's not like I'm buying the whole world for you."

I groaned in surrender. "Fine…."

So he'd dragged me to the mall and spent the afternoon shopping. I nearly had a fit when I found out the total amount he'd spent on the receipt—at least $400 on clothes and stuff for me.

"ENJY!"

"Relax, Jenne. It's not like I have anything else to spend it on!"

I sighed. "Okay, okay…thanks, bro."

My brother hugged me. "Anything for my sister."

It was four in the afternoon by the time we got home. Enjolras suggested we watch a movie.

"Definitely!" I agreed. "I can't remember the last time I watched one!" Probably when I was about five.

He popped one of those corny Disney movies into the DVD player and sat on the couch beside me. But just as the opening credits began, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my seat.

"Okay! I'll pause it until you get back," answered my brother.

I skipped into the front hallway, my heart soaring. Enjy hadn't been this nice to me since I was a little kid. I knew his knowing about my childhood was part of his change in attitude, but honestly, I was so grateful that he was around that I didn't care. When I'd first arrived, I'd been scared he'd walk out of my life and leave me again, but now that he knew what I'd been through, it was unlikely for that to happen.

I reached the door, hesitating for a moment to wonder who was there. Gavroche? Jehan? Another of my brother's friends? I wished there was a window in the door so I could see.

Grasping the metal knob, I yanked the door open.

"Hello darling,"

The foul odor of cigarettes and beer filled my nostrils, and I looked up, wondering who the heck the visitor was.

Instantly, I regretted opening the door.

Staring down at me and smirking malevolently stood…. My father.