A/N Hey, guys! I'm back and so is Malaria but this time, we're just going to see what happened to her after the incident. Anyhow, thanks for reading this story at all. Virtual hugs to you all! And pretty please review and tell me what you think. Don't forget to favorite and follow, too! Thanks!
P.S Charlotte is Malaria's mom and Frederic is Malaria's dad
DISCLAIMER: I will never own Les Mis and this I swear by the stars!
Charlotte's POV (aka Melanie's mom)
It has been two days since I and Frederic left the house and sold it along with Melanie. I do know that not many people sell their own daughters but in this case, Melanie has been a pain in the neck so we couldn't keep her. She made me almost commit suicide and punched her father until blood came out. The scene that day was simply unbelievable. Fortunately enough, we found another place to live in somewhere in the middle of Paris and a customer named Antoine came and bought the house. He said he agreed to take good care of Melanie. After selling the house and Melanie along with it, I didn't know whether to feel guilty or happy about the decision. Antoine was in his mid 30's so I thought I could rely on him on taking care of Melanie instead of us. I decided to go and visit the house today with Frederic. I wanted to see how it was going in the house and if everything was alright. When we arrived in front of the house, I started to get nervous. "Darling, what if no one is in there? Do you think all the maids will be out by now?" I asked Frederic. He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Just ring the doorbell and we'll find out." He said, rubbing my back slightly. I sighed and rang the doorbell. After a while, Violetta, one of the maids, opened the door. All of the maids in our house wore different colors of maid outfits and there weren't two that wore the same color. But Violetta wasn't wearing her usual maid outfit. Her color was violet but she was wearing black. I raised an eyebrow. "What happened to your violet outfit, Violetta?" I asked. She never looked up at us in the first place and kept staring at the ground. "Ah, so you came back." She replied, not answering my question. "Violetta, please. What happened while we were gone? Why are you wearing black?" Frederic asked. She slowly looked up and started crying bitterly. I and Frederic looked at each other with confused gazes. "Didn't you know, Madame and Monsieur Beaumont? It's Clemence." Violetta replied between sobs. My eyes grew wider. "What happened? Did she get sick?" I asked, clutching Violetta's hand abruptly. She cried harder and crumbled to the floor. Frederic picked her up and seated her on the sofa while I closed the front door and joined them. She dabbed the tissue that I gave her on her eyes and continued, "She was killed right after both of you left the house." Then she broke down crying again. My mouth hung open. Clemence...is dead? I then understood why she was wearing black. She was mourning and I was sure other maids did, too. I put a hand on her shoulder gently. "Who killed her?" I asked. She sniffed her nose. "Her royal highness Princess Melanie Beaumont of the Beaumont residence." Violetta said bitterly as if what she had just said was dark chocolate. I clenched my fists and humphed. "Where is that bitch?" I mumbled. Frederic and Violetta shot me dirty looks. "What? Look, I know no mother calls her own daughter a bitch but Melanie is not my daughter anymore." I said. "So, where is she?" Violetta pointed up, which I took as a sign that she was upstairs in her room. I stomped up and knocked on the door of her bedroom a couple of times. No answer. I knocked again and twisted the door knob. It turned and I bust the door open. Everything in the room was scattered and the books were on the floor. The chairs were upside down and all the perfumes and make-up were spilled on the top of the dresser. I tripped over something while walking to the bed. I looked down and saw Melanie's shoes. I looked up a little more and saw her clothes scattered all around the room. Her bra, underwear, skirt and shirt. They were all there on the floor. Then something caught my eye. Blonde hair and black hair on the bed. I walked closer to the bed and almost passed out. Melanie and Antoine were on the bed with absolutely no clothes on. Their legs were entwined in each others' and Antoine was hugging Melanie. Frederic suddenly appeared behind me with Violetta. They gasped. I walked closer to Melanie and saw that her stomach had a tiny movement. I put my hand over her stomach and felt a little bump. "Oh my God." I mumbled. Frederic hurried over to me and shot me a questioning look. "What are you-"
"She's pregnant." I said. His eyes widened in horror as he placed a hand on her stomach as I let go of mine. "She is..." He said softly. "SHE'S A FUCKING TEEN, FREDERIC! SHE CAN'T HAVE A LIFE WITH THIS...ASSHOLE! HE WOULDN'T TAKE CARE OF HER NOR THE BABY! NOT THAT I CARE BUT SHE IS SUCH A SLUT! WHORE!" I screamed. Frederic rubbed my shoulders and said, "It's okay, darling. She's going to be okay. Let's leave her." I walked out of the room with Frederic and Violetta followed. I walked down the stairs and took out my phone from my purse. I dialed Montparnasse's number. "Hello?" He answered.
"Hi, Montparnasse. It's me, Melanie's mom."
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Beaumont." He replied. He sounded incredibly sleepy and tired but it was an emergency so I couldn't hang up. "Come to our house. Now." I said harshly. "Alright. I'll be there in a few minutes." He said and hung up. Then I dialed Adrienne's number. "Hello, Mrs. Beaumont. How may I help you?" Adrienne answered. "Please come to my house right now and is Juliette there?"
"Yes, Madame."
"Then tell her to come, too. Hurry up." I said and hung up. After a few minute of waiting, Adrienne, Juliette and Montparnasse arrived at our house.
Montparnasse's POV
I entered the house with Adrienne and Juliette. It wasn't how I remembered it. The smell was way different and the furniture changed a lot. Usually, it smelled either peppermint or lilac but today, it smelled like a rotten dead body. I gulped and walked further into the house, into the living room with Adrienne and Juliette following me, Juliette clinging onto my arm. We started dating since Melanie was expelled and thanks to her, now Adrienne, Juliette and I are also home schooled. She's such a bitch. Fuck her ass. "Oh, that was quick of you three." Mr. Beaumont said, standing up from the sofa. Mrs. Beaumont stood up, too, and motioned us towards the upstairs of the house. Adrienne, Juliette and I climbed up the stairs and reached Melanie's room. The room was really, and I mean REALLY messy. Everything was out of place and there was also something that was clearly out of place. Melanie and a guy, naked from head to toe on the bed. I screamed loudly enough that Adrienne put a hand over my mouth to shush me. The sight was too overwhelming. Then I caught a glimpse of a little bump on her stomach. "SHE'S FUCKING PREGNANT! THAT BITCH IS FUCKING PREGNANT! WE SHOULD SPREAD THE NEWS AND MAKE HER LOOK LIKE THE BIGGEST FOOL IN THE WORLD!" I shouted. Juliette kissed me to prevent me from saying anything further. I quickly ran out of the room and took my phone out. I dialed 911 and impatiently waited. The head police finally answered. "Good afternoon, may I help-"
"There is a crime committed at 40 Boulevard Haussmann. You will see the house with white gates when you drive in from the west." I said quickly. They said they were coming so I hung up. After a few minutes, they arrived, almost literally breaking in. "Where is the crime scene?" The head police asked. I pointed up to Melanie's room and they hurried upstairs. I followed them up. They were taken aback at first at the sight but they started asking questions of what happened. I, Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont, Adrienne and Juliette told them everything we could. They tried to wake the guy and Melanie up. After a lot of tries, they succeeded. Melanie stretched and looked down at herself. She screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY AM I ALL NAKED?! AND WHY ARE ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES HERE?!" She shouted. The guy hugged her tightly and started kissing her endlessly. He still can't get enough?! Who is this fucking asshole anyway?! I never did this with her and look at him! "Look, you bastard. I don't know who you think you are but stay away from Melanie! Fuck off!" I shouted at him. He stopped kissing her and turned to me. His blue eyes were piercing and his black hair was disheveled. Immediately, I wish I hadn't said that. Before he could get up from the bed, two policemen grabbed him by the arm and told him to dress up. Two policemen also grabbed Melanie and told her to dress up. After they dressed up, the policemen said that Melanie will be in jail for 5 years because she was pregnant. As for the guy, he was to be in jail for the rest of his life. We followed the policemen to the police station and waited for them to clarify things with Melanie and the guy. After they put them in jail, they came to clarify things with us. "So Miss Melanie will be in jail for only 5 years although originally, for a person who committed a crime of murder, she should be in jail for about 10-15 years but since she is pregnant, and so it is confirmed, she will only be in jail for 5 years. If Monsieur Antoine can pay a hundred euros, then she will be set free earlier but then it appears that he is currently broke so he isn't able to get her out." The head police explained. Oh, so Antoine is his name. What a lame name. We finished discussing the problems and left to go home after a whole hour of explaining. I could tell by Madame Beaumont's facial expression that she was having an argument with herself about whether she felt happy or guilty that she made this happen.