A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Timeo - Chapter 60

It was as if the moment you had just spent with Grantaire hadn't happened at all. At the sight of Timeo, you physically began to hurt— all of the anxiety, anger, and sadness hit you so hard that it was as if there was no happiness left in the world...

"What's wrong, [Y/N]?" Grantaire asked, his gaze meeting Timeo's for a moment. "Who're you?"

"I'm Enjolras's uncle," Timeo said, (you noticed he was missing another tooth) glancing to you. You then noticed how terrible of a condition he was in. His nose had been broken, his eyebrow had been split, and his right eye was mauve and split, you felt like you were still in danger."I'm supposed to be helping with the—"

"No, you're not!" you interrupted, mustering up all the strength you could to push yourself out of the wheelchair, and you were greeted with a tremendous amount of pain in your abdomen. You felt yourself crumble to the floor, as if you were being pulled down— and Grantaire was quick to shoot up and wrap an arm around him.

"What? [Y/N], you know I'm his uncle," Timeo said, making his way toward you. Grantaire, while still making sure you were alright, steered you away from the beat-up pimp— as your reaction had clearly meant something was wrong.

"You're not here for the revolution!" you said, your jaw clenching so tightly that the muscles throbbed. "You... What're you here for?"

"I already told you, love—"

"Don't call me that!"

You began to squirm in Grantaire's arms until you got a good look at Timeo's face, and immediately, you felt the bile in your throat rise...

And you spat. Right at him.

Grantaire hoisted you up again, and you soon realized that your anger had cloaked the searing pain you felt in your abdomen. And holy hell did it hurt. Though it had only been a few seconds, you felt like you would pass out— but thankfully, being a quick thinker, Grantaire scooped you up, holding you like a bride— and it felt unusual that Timeo didn't make a comment about how Grantaire would have to "pay" for that.

Instead, Timeo— looking more stalky than ever— glanced down at his shirt, which now had a damp patch serving as a stain... and he grinned. Oh, that Chesire grin hurt you to look at— it frightened you to your very core.

"Grantaire, please get me out of here," you whispered, grabbing onto his shirt so tightly that your knuckles turned white. When Grantaire didn't move, you looked up at him, your eyes stinging as you tried to get him to move. "Please! I can't stay!"

It seemed as if that did the trick.

After blinking, Grantaire was quick to hurry toward the door... although Timeo was quick to stand in the way— and, as he had many times before, he put your exit to a pan abrupt halt.

"Monsieur, if you would please—" Grantaire said... though as you looked up at him, he looked pale. Terribly pale, at that...

And as soon as you heard a gun cock, you knew exactly why.

Just because this was something that Timeo typically did didn't make it any easier to go through. Part of the reason you had been so depressed, so horribly afraid was that he was crazy enough to use it. Hell, he had stabbed you multiple times— even recently... and somehow, he hadn't gotten caught once— even after shooting at least a dozen people... three of which winded up dead.

"What're you doing?" Grantaire asked, his eyes wide as he stared down the barrel of the gun and then back to Timeo.

Your chest tightened. Panic filled your vision as you began to look around, feeling more helpless than ever, and Timeo gave a sadistic sort of chuckle— and you knew that this time, he wasn't going to let the both of you go unscathed.