A/N: Hi guys, please do review! I can't just update and update without knowing what you guys think. How can I improve when you don't give me constructive criticism? Also forgive me if I misspell words, i have suagage fingers. :P

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Éponine let out a nervous laugh and shook her head, "What on Earth are you talking about?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about, Éponine."

Enjolras sat straight and finished his tea – setting the cup down on the coffee table. He angled himself to face her and mentally scolded himself for not realizing it in the first place. It was obvious – Éponine breaking into their homes, Éponine always wearing the exact clothes, and Éponine losing weight like she's suffering from Anorexia Nervosa – and he prays that she's not.

She stared blankly at him, as if she can't see him there. He laid a tentative hand on her arm, her gaze fell to where his hand made contact with her skin, "Please, Éponine, tell me."

She dragged her eyes back to his face, "Who – who told you?" she asked as quiet as a whisper.

"Marius. He's worried about you. When was the last time you saw each other?"

Éponine was worrying her lip and was fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, "Two weeks ago, I think."

Éponine felt suddenly conscious of his intent gaze and averted her eyes, "I'm concerned about your well – being, too, Éponine."

Éponine tried for a laugh but ended up in tears – all the pain, the hunger, and the loneliness she felt for the past couple of months has finally caught up. She covered her face with her hands and bawled – making Enjolras wince beside her. He had never seen anyone so dejected and so fragile in his life.

"Éponine," he peered at her face and tried to cautiously pry her hands away but she shook her head and a muffled cry escaped her lips, her feeble body trembling with sobs. Enjolras sat there, not knowing what to do, so he patted her head and stood.

Éponine looked up and saw the retreating back of Enjolras as the latter made his way to the kitchen. What the actual heck was that, Enjolras? She thought and if she hadn't been hyperventilating, she would've laughed. She drew her legs under her and hugged a throw pillow. She bit on it in a vain attempt to stop the horrible cries from coming out.

Her tears blurred her vision and it was only when Enjolras said her named had she realized he was back. She blinked away the tears and looked up at him – his arm was out of its sling.

"I thought this might calm you down," he gave her a small smile and handed her the cup of tea. She held the cup with trembling hands and took a quick sip.

Enjolras sat on the coffee table in front of her and kept quiet. He wanted to know the reason why she ran away, but if it hurts her, then he would just have to deal with not knowing.

Éponine choked as she gulped down the tea – ignoring the pain as the tea scalded her tongue and possibly her throat, too.

She pointed at his bandaged arm and said in a hoarse voice, "The nurses said to keep it in the sling."

"I know."

She would've reprimanded him but she was too tired and too miserable to even think of something witty to say. He took the empty cup from Éponine and placed it beside him on the table. She was still hugging the pillow to herself and sniffling. Enjolras waited for her tears to finally stop before speaking, "I would like to know where you are staying – just to make sure you are safe. That's it. You don't need to tell me anything else."

Éponine sniffled and shook her head, it's about time he learns everything, and she figured she owes him the story after all the good he's done to her. "But I want to, Enjolras."

He stared at her, admiring her courage and said, "Whatever you want, Éponine."

And so, she told him about her family – about her father being a pimp and her mother being a drug lord. She told him about risking her life and going on drug deals and how she breaks into the houses of wealthy families and steal – all under the command of her parents. She told him about her twin sister – how their father made her into a prostitute and finding her inside their bedroom with a noose around her neck and a note saying how sorry she was for being weak and leaving her all alone. She told him that her parents didn't even shed a tear when her sister died – all they ever wanted in life were riches and they view their children as tools for getting them. She told him about how her father came to her one night and told her that, with her twin gone, someone's going to fill her shoes and sell herself. And who else was he talking about but her? They were identical twins – the splitting image of each other, and she decided that that was it. She will no longer waste her life living with her fucked up parents and end up just like how her sister did– so she ran away.

Éponine told him all of this without a single glance towards Enjolras and was surprised when his face came into view – he was kneeling in front of her and he enveloped her with his arms. She struggled to suppress the storm of emotions going on inside her but she was unsuccessful and she bawled once more.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'll help you get through this, I promise. We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?" Enjolras whispered against the crown of her head and traced soothing circles across her back.

"Okay."


Enjolras woke at the crack of dawn and found himself cuddling with Éponine and almost fell off the couch. He studied her tear stained face and frowned when he noticed that there were creases on her forehead and that she bites her nails in her sleep. He gently removed his dead right arm under her and thanked God that the stitches on his other arm didn't open. He stood and went to his room in search for the sling and grabbed a blanket to drape over Éponine's tiny frame. He patted her head before going to the kitchen to brew some coffee and start his day.