Quick A/N. This is just kind of a filler chapter, getting a perspective from Eponine before I continue on with the story, plus it gives a little backstory on her relationship with Montparnasse. I know it's not a lot, but there will most likely be more in later chapters. I hope you like it.
Eponine stared at the bruises that littered her skin. Fresh purple splotches overlapped with the old, yellowing ones. It seemed Montparnasse really loved to leave his mark in those specific areas. She bit her lip as she poked the tender spot on her right hip. At least it wasn't as bad as the last time Montparnasse had gotten drunk.
He had been getting drunk a lot more in the past few months, and with that, angry. He had always been a rather angry man, but never this bad. Never so bad that he would hit her. It had started only two months ago with little things. Things like Eponine saying something she shouldn't have when they were fighting, earning her new bruises from the grip he held on her arm and mean words whispered in her ear instead of the loving ones she hoped for. Then, slowly, it became worse. Instead of fights, all she had to do was stay out too late without him knowing, which was exactly what happened tonight.
Her boss had asked her to extend her shift for a few more hours because one of her coworkers wasn't able to come in. Eponine eagerly agreed, spotting a perfect opportunity to escape meeting with Montparnasse for a little while longer. What she didn't expect was for him to show up there, already tipsy and beyond angry that she hadn't showed up at his apartment yet.
He waited outside for her in his truck, giving her more and more anxiety by the second. It was when her boss told her that he was going to lock up for the night that she began to feel the fear creeping up. Eponine quickly gathered her things, avoiding anyone else so that they wouldn't have the chance to ask her why her face showed off so much of the fright she was feeling inside. After one last "goodbye", she was out of the store and in Montparnasse's direct line of fire.
She slipped into the truck without a sound and the eerie silence continued as he drove back to his apartment. In the time that they reached the small building, he still had not said one word to her. Eponine began to hope that she was in the clear for this one time. Boy, was she wrong.
No longer than the door to the apartment had closed behind them was she pressed against the wall, Montparnasse's long fingers pressing harshly into her hips. "I've been waiting for you, 'Ponine. I thought you said you were getting off work at eight?" He breathed into her ear as he took one more step toward her.
She cringed at the smell of rum on his breath and turned her head before he could kiss her, making his lips land on her jaw instead. He didn't seem to notice and just continued kissing her down to her neck. Eponine fought the urge to gag. "I-I couldn't leave...Sam needed me to take an extra shift." She said quietly.
At the mention of her bosses name, Montparnasse pulled back and made a face that could be described as less than attractive. "Oh of course Sam would want you to stay. I always knew he had a thing for you, and here you are encouraging him." He sneered at her, moving his hands to grip her wrists uncomfortably. She could literally feel them bruising. "I think you're forgetting, Eponine, that you already belong to someone." He growled, running his hands up her arms and then down to her waist before pressing her harder against the wall. "Me."
Then his lips were on hers and she couldn't do anything. She was fully under his control and it felt so wrong. His lips were rough and harsh, nothing like she imagined a kiss from someone who claimed he loved her would feel like. Nothing felt okay. His fingertips dug too harshly into her skin. His prickly upper lip scratched against hers. She could almost feel the sick smile he was wearing behind the kiss as he relished in the fact that he owned her.
He pulled back after far too long and stepped away from her, leaving her to slump in defeat against the wall beside the door. She knew what would happen next. He would go and grab a beer, satisfied with the terror he had inflicted on her for one night, and head to the couch. He wouldn't even spare one more glance at the girl. As he headed toward the kitchen, she re-adjusted her jacket and pulled the door to the apartment open. After one last look behind her, she swallowed the tears that were threatening to spill over, and just like always she headed out into the cold.
Once back at her apartment, she went straight to the bathroom and pulled her shirt up to examine the marks he left, which left her where she was now. Sighing, she pulled her shirt back down around her small frame and left the bathroom, going straight to her bedside table where her latest book was. The one up to her day was that she would be able to go to the cafe Musain for a while and enter the world of literature. Tucking the book in the crook of her arm, she pulled her hat on over ears and made her way into the now falling snow.
As she walked toward the cafe, all she could think about was how much he could have done to her, but didn't. Yeah, she was lucky that night.
A/N: It's pretty obvious what comes next, she goes the cafe and Enjy's there and like bruises and blah blah. Part one everybody. I hope you like this part, though! Send me ideas for the next chapter 'cause I'm actually having a really hard time thinking of ideas. So review and yeah...Thanks!
