"𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍" | 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

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I opened my eyes. I was in a strange place. It was warm and didn't look like my wall at all. Instead I saw a big window, with red curtains and a red carpet floor. The walls were brownish. It looked good together. (a/n: ⤵︎ this is what it is supposed to look like)

I sat up and I looked down. I was in a bed. I got out of the comfortable bed and looked around. It looked fancy, like someone rich was living here. Then I remembered. Enjolras has taken me home with him. This must be his room then.

"Oh. Good morning. I am sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I hope you slept well." "I did. Thank you." "I'm glad you did.", he said smiling. "Why don't you smile more?" "Because you gave me a reason to smile.", he said. I had to laugh.

"I love you." "Yet you're still with her." "I am trying to find a way. I promise. Also your friend, Gabriel, he wanted to join our group. Do you know anything about that?" "Yeah. His friend wanted to join too." "I don't think they are who they claim to be.", he said.

"Enjolras—." "No let me explain. This Gabriel shows up mysteriously after you left me. At the rally. It's kind of weird to me. Also the clothes he wears." "He's rich.", I exclaimed. "I know. But so am I. I think you can tell by looking around. I am from a wealthy family, but there's more than this.", he said.

"Are you jealous?", I asked laughing. "Sort of. I am more worried my love. I fear that he might steal you away from me." "Why would he? He is not interested in me. I am just scum of the street.", I said. "No. You're not scum of the street. You are so much more than that. You are beautiful and I love you.", he said, kissing me.

"What is going on?", a female voice rang out. We jumped apart and looked at Abby. His girlfriend. "Get out!", she yelled at me. "This is my house and she stays here." "I am curious. What is your family going to think of you, when they find out you're having an affair with a skank?", she spited out.

"Stop calling her that.", he said defending me. "No, don't worry. I will be fine." I reassured him that I was fine. "I will take you outside.", he whispered. "Hurry up. I don't want that skank here.", she yelled.

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"I am so sorry Clara. I do not know what she is doing here." "Don't worry. I will see you at the meeting tonight.", I whispered. "Are you alright?" "I will be." I planted a kiss on his cheek and left.

Did I feel awful for leaving him? Yes. Did I feel guilty? Absolutely yes. Did I like Abby? Absolutely not. Instead of walking home, I took the path to Courfeyrac's and Combeferres shared house. I knocked on the door and Courfeyrac immediately greeted me.

"Clara, did something happen or did you take the wrong path?" "No. It's Enjolras. I was sleeping over and Abby showed up. I do not know what she's capable of." "Alright. Then let's go.", Courfeyrac said, dragging me back to the familar house.

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We reached his house in no time. Courfeyrac didn't even bother knocking, he just entered the house. We heard screaming from a room upstairs. Courfeyrac ran upstairs. I stayed downstairs. I caused these problems.

"Clara, are you coming?", Courfeyrac asked. "Sure" I took a deep breath and stepped upstairs. "Leave me alone! This is my life and I can love whoever I want.", Enjolras yelled. The room was locked.

"This bitch is destroying our relationship. I will forbid you to see her. She has a bad influence on you. Look at you! You're already smelling bad!", she said. My blood started to boil. She could say anything about me, whatever she wanted. But if she thought that she could destroy Enjolras, then she was clearly wrong.

Courfeyrac opened the door and Abby started to attack Enjolras. When she saw me, she rushed to me. "This is all your fault! You ruined everything.", she yelled. Then the slap came. "I hope you're satisfied with the outcome.", she whispered.

She bumped into me and left. The boys looked at me, I looked at the boys. We were still in shock. None of us has expected this to happen. Enjolras was the first to move. He rushed to me and hold me tight. "I am so so sorry.", he whispered multiple times. He cold hand rested on my bruised cheek. Courfeyrac stroked my back. I was safe, but for how long?

(a/n: alright, I am updating again since I passed my bar exam and I am so so happy! I now have a diploma in bar whoop whoop 🙌🏻)