Hello Lovelies! As a request from iwishiwereabrit, I am trying to make my chapters longer. So, here is Chapter 6! Enjoy! And also, I'm changing the name of this story to "More Broken." Just a warning! Anyway, thanks for all the feedback. See you soon Lovelies!

Eponine glared at the rain dripping through the roof of her little shed. Luckily, there was nothing in that corner but cheaply made flooring. But, it was giving her a time with homework. There was an outlet and a light in the shed, but the power had gone out, and it was rather dark.

She dug through her worn-out bag and came up triumphant, a crinkled 20 dollar bill in her hand. She did feel a hint of remorse at stealing it from Enjolras's coat. She was a Thenardier, they stole things. But she also hated that she was poor enough to have to depend on other people's charity, given knowingly or not.

Eponine pulled the hood of her dirty and faded sweatshirt up over her head and stepped out into the rain, determined to buy a little flashlight so she could study for her French History test. Unlike any of the other Thenardiers before her, she wanted to be successful in life.

She sloshed down the street, trying to avoid the numerous puddles that were swiftly appearing due to the deluge. Her mind wandered back and forth, from Enjolras to Marius, from red to gray, from curly to freckled, from paper to cologne.

Many of the stores' windows were dark, making her think that her search for a flashlight might just be in vain. Heck, the flashlights are probably all getting used by employees, she thought. But, light or not, she was going to pass that French History test.

Enjolras strolled down the street, looking as nonchalant as possible as to not make it obvious that he was following someone. That someone was a mangy looking, angry man that had mentioned the name "Ponine." Enjolras had heard this and was now following the man down the street.

Maybe this man can lead me to Eponine, thought Enjolras. Maybe we can make amends…

Wait, another part of him said. You haven't done anything wrong! Well, the other part of Enjolras retorted, she seemed to think so.

Enjolras groaned. At times like this, he felt as if there were two people locked inside his mind arguing and he could do nothing about it. There were some things his mind disagreed on, on of which was 'Ponine.

'Ponine… he mused. I would love to be friends with her. She's so… different, and seems so pained. I want to help keep that pain away. But what if the pain is because of me? Enjolras tried so very hard to keep his mind from wandering down that unpleasant path, even mentally quizzing himself for that French History test he had the next day. But his mind delved deeper into the mysteries of Eponine, and he grimaced as he followed the man a few more blocks.

Suddenly, Enjolras's phone buzzed loudly, jerking him out of his reverie. He pulled it out, grateful for the distraction.

New Text

From: R

To: Enjolras

Hey Enjy, get over to the school. I found something exciting!

Enjolras sighed, before muttering: "I am NOT Enjy."

He typed quickly:

Busy now, R. And DON'T CALL ME ENJY!

For a moment, Enjolras imagined the probably inebriated Grantaire laughing idiotically, breath reeking of whiskey.

New Text

From: R

To: Enjolras

Fine then, Gregory. But you really should come.

When the text reached Enjolras, he resisted the urge to find Grantaire and strangle him. Nobody used his first name, and nobody really knew it. How Enjolras's name came to Grantaire's ears, he had no idea. He typed back:

HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME?

Enjolras glanced forward, enough to make sure the man was still in front of him. He looked around, confused. The scruffy man was gone! Enjolras whirled around and looked behind him, then looked in all the shop windows and even the next block over.

Rain was still beating down, soaking Enjolras's golden curls but making his intense blue eyes shine all the brighter. Suddenly, Enjolras felt a warm breath in his ear, smelling of cheap beer and cigarette smoke. "Don't move, asshole," the voice said.

A list of outcomes ran through Enjolras's mind, and he stood very, very still. Then, the best option came to light and Enjolras whirled around, curls flying and the scruffy looking man had a sly grin on his face.

"I've heard of you…" he purred. "I've heard that you're rich. Can you spare some money for a poor, broken, soul?"

Broken… The gears of Enjolras's mind began to turn and he spat out the name hanging on the tip of his tongue. "Eponine." he growled.

Instantly, the man's smile vanished and his eyes became pools of hate and raw anger. "WHERE'S EPONINE, YOU BLONDE-HAIRED THIEF?"

That statement made Enjolras quite confused. "I was following you because I thought you knew." The scruffy man growled. "You were following me." he stated, a dangerously hard edge to his rough voice. Enjolras just stood, not saying a word. The man circled him. "YOU FOLLOWED ME!" he shouted, and punched Enjolras in the eye.

He tried to fight back, but it became obvious from the beginning that the scruffy man was more skilled in the rough art of street fighting. Enjolras tried to throw a punch, but the man grabbed his arm and twisted it viciously. Enjolras winced as he heard a crack, and then the sharp pang of pain that accompanied it. The man grinned foully.

Eponine walked down the street, mad that the power was still out. She still searched every hardware store window, but the lights were all out. Suddenly, she heard shouting and saw a few people running around the corner. She followed them around the corner and gasped.

There were two men fighting in the street. They had gathered quite a crowd, quite a few of which were trying to pull the pair apart. That wasn't what made her stand stalk-still, staring with wide eyes at Enjolras and her father fighting in the middle of the street.

For a moment, she stood in shock as she watched Enjolras being beat up in the middle of the street. She winced at the way he held one of his arms and the blood in his curls. She winced at the evil grin on her father's face as he punched one of the only people she held dear without mercy. She winced at the foul laugh that reached her eyes.

She swiftly made up her mind and her feet began to move as she ran into the middle of the street, with a loud shriek of "STOP!"

Both Enjolras and her father looked up in shock at little, broken, Eponine approaching. Her father got over his shock well and advanced toward her, fury ablaze in her eyes. She looked at Enjolras for help, but all she saw in his blue eyes was fear, shock, and pain. Lots of pain.

She was so caught up in the beauty of his blue eyes that she screamed when her father punched her in the eye. "WHERE WERE YOU, WHORE?" She didn't answer, just shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "WHERE WERE YOU?" he shouted again. Tears were coursing down her face as she struggled to get free, to no avail. He shook her by her hair, baring his stump teeth at her. She struggled, and some of her dark locks were ripped off her head by her father's strong hands.

Suddenly, her father dropped her. She whirled around in shock, hands in front of her face for protection, to see Enjolras kick her father in the balls, a strange mix of hatred and fear visible in his ocean colored eyes.

Her father got up and came toward her, growling. She backed away in fear. Enjolras turned toward her, and they locked eyes for a split second. "This is why I can't go home, Enjolras. I'm so, so sorry I brought you into this."

Then, with fear in her eyes and doubt in her heart, she turned around and ran down the street, the girl, broken in spirit, running away from her father, broken in mind, and Enjolras, broken in body.

The next morning, Eponine walked into school with a heavy heart. The sky was cloudy, and the only way she could cover up her many bruises was with a small supply of makeup she had, which, sadly, would wash off in the rain.

When she came inside the doors, a flock of blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls much like Cossette ran up to her. They surrounded her, barraging her with questions like: "Were you in the fight yesterday?" "Did you see Enjolras get hurt?" "Is Enjolras okay?" "Why did you hurt him?"

Eponine sighed; more members of the Enjolras Fan Club, she assumed. All the girls in the school loved Enjolras. They all thought he was kind, handsome, strong, caring. However, it was a school of 5000, and Eponine felt a twinge of envy at all those girls caring about someone that they didn't even know, whereas she knew him, and he was noting like that. He was distant, unattached. Sure, he was good-looking, and sure, he was strong, but that was it. He was a marble statue, nice to look at, but cold and hard in the center.

Suddenly, she was pushed against the wall. She threw her hands in front of her face in protection and looked up, terrified dark eyes meeting hard blue ones. There were golden curls hanging around his face, disheveled, and his arm was in a sling. "Hi, Enjolras." she began, trying to sound cheerful.

"Who was that, `Ponine?" he asked, an icy knife-edge in his voice.

"Who was who?" she asked innocently. He just stared at her, with those piercing blue eyes. "You know who." he supplied, a dangerously low tone to his voice. She shuddered, eyes filling with fear. "He was… he was." she tried.

"WHO WAS HE?" Enjolras shouted, scaring the living hell out of everyone in the hallway. "He was…" she tried again, voice faltering.

"TELL ME!" Enjolras bellowed. "My… my father. That man was my father." she whispered. "Let me go. I don't know what you want from me, Enjolras, but I won't give it to you." she whimpered, cowering in front of his icy gaze.

She dared to look up at him another time and saw he had dropped his gaze, eyes filled with shame. "I'm sorry, Eponine." he said quietly, and then walked off.

Eponine was shocked. To go from menacing to ashamed and sad in a matter of seconds was somewhat of a feat, especially for Enjolras, who, it appeared, had feelings after all.

She began to walk down the hallway to her locker, and then turned around. She scanned the hallway, and to her great relief, saw a head of blonde curls near the other end. She sighed. "Am I really doing this?" she muttered. Then, looking down the hallway, she saw Enjolras about to ascend the stairway. With a shout of "WAIT!" she began to run down the hall. She reached Enjolras and stopped behind him, but he did not turn around.

So, she just darted up the stairs and stopped in front of him, arms crossed and a sly smile on her face. His eyes darted up and met hers. He managed a small, but grateful smile. "Hello, 'Ponine."

Hello Lovelies! Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I've been busy. But anyway, did you enjoy? I hope so!