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"Eponine!" I turned my head to see a distraught Enjolras run towards me with Cosette with him. As he came closer I saw blood running from his lip and a spot above his eye brow.
"'Jolras what happened?" I asked at his appearance, Cosette was at his side unhurt, but crying.
"Eponine we need to talk somewhere else," he told me. I rushed them both up to my room at the inn. I sat Enjolras on the bed and took out the needle and thread from underneath it. Since his dad lost his job Enjolras would come to me banged up and I would fix him. He started explaining what happened while I sewed him up. There was a large cut above his right eyebrow.
"'Ponine m-my mom she's, she's," he chocked out in sobs, "she got sick and if I would have just been able to work more and get more money," he rambled and I pulled them both into a hug. "Eponine she's dead. My mother's dead! She died because of me. I didn't earn enough money and she died because I couldn't bring back enough money for medicine, it's my fault." No this couldn't happen to him, he and his mother were so close, well as close as they could be, Enjolras's mother usually worked all day and didn't come home after.
"Enjolras I don't know if this helps," I said in my nine year old voice, "But you are not alone, I'm here, and it's not your fault." I comforted him.
"'Ponine I have to return to my father, I have to earn him money," he said, "but I can't let Cosette come with me," he explained, "Can you please keep her here, I don't trust anyone but you," he told me. Then Cosette interrupted him.
"I am going back with you Enjolras," she said defiantly, it was always weird to hear her call him by their last name.
"No you are staying 'ere with 'Ponine," he stated his speech going bad which meant he was serious, "If that's okay 'Ponine?" his voice tender as he asked me.
"Of course she can stay," I assured him and he let out a breath.
"Thank you," he said genuinely. "Now Cosette," he addressed his sister, "you are going to stay with Eponine and listen to whatever she says," she went to interrupt him but he held his small hand up and stopped her, "Me and Courfeyrac will gather enough money to support you ourselves and we'll drop by, okay?" he said, she nodded in return.
"When will you gather enough money?" I asked since he was only nine.
"I don't know 'Ponine, but I won't stop working," with that he climbed out the window and left.
Eight weeks after that conversation a man claiming to know Enjolras' mother, Fantine, showed up and bought Cosette for fifteen hundred francs. After that my life got worst. Both my parents took to treating me and my siblings like slaves and beating us. They also made us pick pocket of of rich people after we lost the inn a year after Cosette was sold. We tried to sell things, but they didn't amount to much. Three years after Cosette was taken from me, therefore taken from Enjolras, I saw my best friend through a window in my room, or jail cell, since I was locked in.
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