I Do This For You ( Les Misérables Love story)

Chapter Seven

Anger boiled inside of Enjolras as he thought of Bethan shaking with fear trapped in a class room, surely going to die. It's my fault. He thought. After the many days of lectures of him telling Bethan it was all for her, and giving her the Revolutions badge, he had final came to the decision that it was his own fault. His own fault that Bethan had been so childish. His own fault that Bethan had been so silly. His own fault that Bethan had been so moody. His own fault that she was so close to death. He neglected her and didn't love her, no wonder she was being so stupid, and making the worst decisions.

In all truth he was always lying to himself. Was it really for Bethan? Though he loved her, the Revolution was never to help her. It was to help himself. No one knew of Enjolras' background, no one ever asked, not even the young and curious Bethan. Did anyone even want to know?

Enjolras was born into a poor family. A very poor family. His Farther left Enjolras, his mother and his older sister when he was only 6 years old. Then they were poorer than ever before. They stalked the streets together findng any spare change, food and a dry shelter to sleep in. One day when they were settling down in a shop door way the shopkeepers wife came out, she was furious. Enjolras' Mother told her children to run, the women was too angry, angry from what though, they did not know and never will. But that lady was angry and she took that anger out on the single mother. She was found stone cold on the snowy winter cobblestone, but the snow wasn't white, it was pure ruby red. Enjolras grazed her freezing hands with his own as a salty tear slid down his face. His sister though wasn't as sympathetic she pulled Enjolras on through the night, until they finally made it to Paris. Where she soon left him to pursue her own dream, he was only 10 years old. He made his own way in life selling old junk which he had repaired then he soon owned his own shop, he made so much money from his shabby souvieners that he could afford to go to school and finally get a proper education. Then while walking home one day he met Bethan, when their eyes connected he saw something he had never seen in anyone else before, himself, Bethan reflected the younger him. Confused, scared, alone and poor, something clicked with them and he knew they were meant to be, it was destiny. They were the same person, though no one else could see it, Enjolras could.

"Enjolras? Enjolras!" Marius shouted bringing him back to reality. He nodded his head and picked up his gun which he had dropped on the floor. "She'll be ok, you know. She's a brave one, she is" Marius placed his hand on Enjolras' shoulder.

"Yeah she is But she doesn't have a gun, or any defence. She will most certainley be dead" Enjolras stated. After many years of disappointment he had just learnt to deal with it and accept that death was just around the corner.

"Why do you all ways think the worst Enjolras, you said it your self she's a little fighter. Bethan would have to be, to be engaged to you" Grantaire laughed taking another gulp of wine. Enjolras fiddled with his fingers rubbing his worn out engagment ring.

"Maybe I've just always had the worst. And maybe accepting that she is going to die is my way of dealing with it. No one understands me! No one actually knows me! SHE IS DEAD!"

"Who's dead"...

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I hope you liked it. Taking a look into Enjolras' life oooooo. No. Ok. Sorry this took forever I couldn't think of anything then suddenly BOOM, it came to me talk about Enjolras.

Anyway I got Les Mis on DVD I have watched it like a billion times already.

Vote. Comment. Follow, please. Stick with this story it's getting there, but I really think my writing skills have improved cause like in the last chapter as someones thought I put 'Wow he is angry' they wouldn't have said that in those days and now I'm using proper long words like disappointment!

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