A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Confront - Chapter 42

"Why does this remind me of when we first met?" Enjolras asked. You had grown noticeably quiet since the beginning of your walk, and Enjolras just wanted to alleviate some of the tension— and that was done especially with the way his grip tightened on your hand.

"Because I've been a whore since Christmas," you said. The comment was, in some ways, entertaining— though you were too nervous to actually chuckle. "You walked me home that one time."

"That was... more of a rhetorical question," Enjolras said, running his thumb against the back of your hand. He stole a glance over at you, the both of you temporarily lined in silver from the moonlight (and sprinkling rain), and you saw concern flash across his face. "You know that I'll be here protect you, right?"

"Of course," you said a little too quickly. A generic response.

"You know— even though he's family, I won't hesitate to punch him if he tries anything," he said. "He's an asshole."

"But I know that, if you're not there, he's... probably going to do something horrible," you said.

"Then I'll make sure I don't leave unless you ask me to," Enjolras said. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

Though the thought was quite comforting, you had a feeling that Timeo wouldn't be so accommodating.

You immediately realized how true that had been.

He was waiting for you right by your bedroom, leaning against the wall and growing quite impatient. That was evident by the way he consistently glanced down at his pocket watch (that he had stolen from one of your costumers... surprise).

He was livid when he saw you again.

"What took you so long?" he asked. As he glanced over to Enjolras, you noticed that he resisted the urge to do something— and you had a feeling that it was either slapping you across the face or some other form of abuse. That, however, was replaced with him snaking an arm around you, and he didn't seem at all embarrassed to grope your behind.

You flinched a little.

"I really shouldn't be working," you muttered, your voice locked in your throat. "It's..."

You couldn't get the words to come out.

"It's what?" Timeo asked, a vein popping from his forehead. He had definitely reached his breaking point.

"It's none of your business."

You thought those words came from your own mouth, as that was exactly what you were thinking, although you saw Timeo's gaze snap to Enjolras.

"She's my whore," Timeo said, his jaw clenching. "Of course it's my business— in a literal sense."

Your heart began pounding in your ears.

"Timeo, I really... I don't know how to say this," you said. You noticed that you were holding onto Enjolras's hand so tightly that he bit the inside of his cheek— and you carefully loosened your grip. "But... erhm— I'm pregnant."

Timeo's face went red.

Before you had a chance to respond, he lunged over, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and dragged you away from Enjolras.

"Let me go!" you shrieked, reaching your hands back to try and pull away (without losing your hair in the process).

Timeo said nothing. He kept his fist clutched against your hair, and for a moment, you were afraid Enjolras had forgotten about you...

That, of course, wasn't the case.

Moments later, you felt yourself being pried away from Timeo, and you soon found yourself in the arms of Enjolras.

"Come on, [Y/N]," he said, keeping his arms around you. "We're leaving."

"You're still in love with that whore, huh?" Timeo asked, not yet making another lunge at you... It was clear that he was restraining himself, though. "You know how popular she is among the men?"

"I know a little too well," Enjolras replied, making sure to keep you close. "But it doesn't faze me anymore."

"She can pretend she loves you all she wants," Timeo said, locking eyes with you and clenching his fists at his sides. The sprinkling rain and hazy moonlight suddenly seemed less pleasant. "But in the end, you're the one getting screwed over— literally."

Enjolras's jaw clenched as he glanced down at you.

"I'm not letting you come back to this hellhole," he muttered. "It's bad enough that I'm related to this asshole— but I've forgotten how horrible he was."

"You think I'm horrible, do you, Louis?"

Enjolras flinched.

"At least I didn't disgrace our family in the way you did... I'm not hurting anybody," Timeo continued with a grin. "Give the girl back."

"Did you really just lie to my face?" Enjolras asked. "You literally just hurt her— I'm not going to let you do whatever the hell you want."

Before Timeo could do so much as grimace, Enjolras was quick to escort you out of the door, making sure you were exiting before he was.

As you scurried out of there, many people's gaze followed the both of you, and you were greeted with the sudden coldness of outside.

"What's going on, [Y/N]?" she asked. She was standing a little ways away from the door, wearing only a slip, but she kept glancing behind you. "I heard screaming, and I thought—"

"Thank you for your concern, Mademoiselle, but we really have to get going," Enjolras said. "Your pimp is going ballistic."

You watched the color drain from Halette's face.

"Do I need to grab my stool again?" she asked. Though it was an attempt (on her part) to lighten up the mood a little, you were actually debating as to whether or not she should have.

"[Y/N]!"

Your hair stood on end.

Instinctively, you hid behind Enjolras, who held an arm out in front of you— and Halette looked ready to full-on spar him if necessary.

"Can't you see she doesn't want to talk with you?" Halette asked, her eyebrows scrunching as she stared him down. "Honestly. What is your problem?"

The thing about Timeo was that... well, he knew everyone's weaknesses.

"She's pregnant!" Timeo shouted, his face ripe with anger... However, in some off sort of odd way, you felt as if he was sadistically grinning— but there wasn't a trace of so much ad a smirk on his hideous face. He pointed his cane down at your stomach. "And the little bitch is probably mine!"

"Monsieur, she hasn't slept with you— it can't be yours," Halette remarked matter-of-factly.

This time, Timeo really did grin.

"Oh— so she hasn't told you?" he asked, even giving a little snicker as he straightened up. "I screwed her every damned night... it wasn't just by chance that she was my favorite."

Halette turned to you, giving you a look that almost made you burst into tears with guilt.

"Hurry now," Enjolras said, hardly giving you a chance to respond before beginning to lead you out of there. "I'll let you stay with me tonight— stay for however long you need to, actually... just— we have to get you out of here."

He was right in more than one sense...

Of course, Timeo was a danger in himself— but you didn't know if you could live with yourself after (unintentionally) cutting ties Halette...

After all, sleeping with Timeo was the very thing the both of you swore not to do.

A/N: I'm sleepy, so I'll keep this short... Love you all, see you soon, and be prepared for a shit storm ahead 💖