To Love Someone Is To See The Face Of God

Chapter 11

This is a bit of a darker chapter, so if you have problems with that, proceed with caution!

Ella's POV

"Bon sang! Je suis foutu!" Eponine I'm going to kill you! Grantaire can't know, and now he's here! My breath is growing more rapid each second. What do I do? I know I don't look like myself, but R is ripping through here.

"Marianne!" I whisper very quietly. She slips in the dressing area silently. She wraps her arms around me, and I look through a hole in the wood. Could this get any worse? Then I hear a few more familiar voices.

"GRANTAIRE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Enjolras ran in screaming, followed by Combeferre and Bahorel. They grab Grantaire, and try to drag him out. Grantaire is proving stronger by rage, and is in a drunk rampage! Most of the prostituée were cowering against the walls, trying to either get out or hide. They struggle to get him out, all the while shouting.

"I HAVE TO FIND ELLA!"

"ELLA ISN'T HERE!"

"YOU'RE JUST DRUNK!"

"LISTEN TO ME! SHE'S HERE!"

"OK GRANT! WHATEVER YOU SAY!"

Finally Bahorel picks up Grant, and just runs out, while Combeferre is standing very awkwardly surrounded by women. Enolras looks around, and locks of the dressing area divider. He starts to walk towards it, but stops. He turns and leaves with a very red Combeferre. We all clean up a bit, but not before the boss comes in.

'WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN HERE? UI VOUS DE PUTES savent-ils? Regardez ce que les bâtards FAIT! Qui est toujours responsable est va être puni! VOUS WHORES FEMELLE SANS VALEUR! Pas étonnant que vous allez tous au diable! QUI EST RESPONSABLE?!"

I take a deep breath and step forward. He looks at me with pure hatred. Before I can react, he lunges forward and grabs my hair. He pulls me from the room, my feet trying to keep up, but when I slip, it pulls my hair more. Tears begin to pour from my eyes from knowing what's coming. He pushes me in a room and I fall to the floor. I look up and push the hair out of my face. He has a scowl and takes a step forward. I scoot backward. He leans down and grabs my dress pulling me up so I am even to him. His breath reeks, and he has an evil glimmer in his eyes.

"Listen you hussy. You have done a very bad thing. Bringing you're little boy toys here. Now, instead of working, you need to make up for what you did. It's a shame that I have to beat you, you are the prettiest thing here. But you have been so naughty." I grit my teeth and try to free myself. That's when he begins to beat me, and then rape me.

Translations

"Bon sang! Je suis foutu!"

"Damn it I'm done!"

prostituée

prostitute

UI VOUS DE PUTES savent-ils? Regardez ce que les bâtards FAIT! Qui est toujours responsable est va être puni! VOUS WHORES FEMELLE SANS VALEUR! Pas étonnant que vous allez tous au diable! QUI EST RESPONSABLE?!"

WHICH OF YOU BITCHES do they know? Look what the bastards DONE! Who is responsible is still going to be punished! YOU WHORES FEMALE BUM! No wonder you're all going to hell! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE? "