Tate Langdon:

"You've been cutting? Again?" Tate had flown into a furious rage after catching you changing, and seeing the harsh red lines that covered your thighs and stomach. "I'm sorry Tate, I-" "didn't I tell you it won't help you? What more can I do? I'm struggling here Y/N," you could see he was in despair, but you were shaking with fright, so scared he had seen the scars you had fought for so long to hide. "You have to stop," he hissed and vanished, leaving you with your tears and fright.

Kit Walker:

You had spent hours cooking a meal for Kit, it was your special date night and you wanted so badly to impress him. You had on your most beautiful dress and as you served up the food he was beaming, sniffing the air happily. "Wow Y/N, smells amazing! Should be just as good as Alma's!" You felt your face fall, and you were crestfallen he was thinking of his past wife after all you had done for him. He continued to natter about Alma, and you fell silent, unable to hold back the tears as Kit gave strange look, somehow unaware of your distress. You cleared up the dishes and hearing Kit move to the living room with his beer, you let the tears flow, knowing you were alone.

Kyle Spencer:

You knew before you arrived at the academy there had been something between Zoe and Kyle. Yet you were assured by both parties that it was all in the past and you had nothing to worry about. It still niggled in the back of your mind though, bugging you and dragging down your self esteem with it's harsh words. Madison knew this, and she laughed about it, telling you about their past just to rile you up. "Kyle baby, Madison keeps bugging me about you and Zoe, can you ask her not too?" You asked him one night and he looked at you funny. "But there's nothing between me and Zoe? Don't be silly Y/N," You frowned, "I know, but you know it bothers me," he sighed, "Y/N, I wish you would get over this stupid fixation of yours, fucking forget about it okay?" He snapped harshly and you closed your mouth in shock, not expecting him to snap at you like that.

Jimmy Darling:

"Hey Doll," Jimmy called, as you knocked on his trailer and walked in. "Ready for show tonight?" You said and he nodded. He was quiet, and you wondered why, but you find the question it. After another successful show the freaks all sat around the main table in the tent, drinking and carousing. Jimmy was still off with you, and you tried to speak to Eve about it. "Oh darling, I think he's just a bit insecure. You're so beautiful and with his lobster claws he goes funny," You frowned, you didn't know what to say to that, as you loved Jimmy just the way he was. That night as you followed him back to his trailer, he turned to you , "Y/N I'm actually feeling pretty tired, is it alright if you make your own way home?" You pouted, "But Jimmy, I was going to stay with you, it's late and dark," He scowled, "sorry I don't want you here tonight, the freaks are busy." "I want to stay here, I love it here," "but you're not a freak are you? So you can't, he spat then slammed the door on you, leaving you standing in the dust.

James Patrick March:

"James my darling, what do you think of this dress?" You called from the bedroom, standing in front of your floor length mirror and admiring your body in the tight, low cut emerald green gown you had bought. "I really like it," you mused to yourself, and waited for your boyfriend to come in. "Oh," He said and his face twitched slightly, "Are you sure that's the best dress for you?" You frowned, unsure what he meant. "It's not the most flattering, it makes you look large. I mean you're already a little chubby but it makes you look a bit ridiculous my dear," You stuttered, not knowing what to say at his hurtful words. "James, is that what you think of me?" His face fell and you could tell his words hadn't come out right. "You know how I about that," you turned away from him tearfully, wanting to rip of the dress that now made you feel so ugly, "My Darling, I-" "Save it March," you glared and got into your pyjamas and curled up into bed, away from him.

Edward Phillipe Mott:

Edward put on his ancient gramophone, an attempt by you to pull him into at least the 20th century. He put on one of the records you bought for him, and held out an expectant hand, "Oh I don't really dance,"you blushed but he grinned, dragging you up. "Edward I'm serious, I can't waltz," He insisted you dance with him, but was soon cussing and sighing impatiently at your two left feet. You felt your face burn with embarrassment, as you knew this would happen. "God Y/N, were you raised in a barn? You dance dreadfully," he laughed bitterly and wandered off, leaving you feeling low and angry, your feelings very much hurt.

Kai Anderson:

You came home, feeling very tired, your work was exhausting, and all you wanted was a nice night in with Kai. You felt your blood boil as you came into the kitchen to find Kai with Erin again, a cult member he had taken a very intense interest in. "Hey baby," you said, leaning in to kiss Kai's head but he dodged it, making you sigh again. "Me and Erin are busy Y/N," "Kai, I haven't seen you in ages, please can we spend some time together?" He growled, "don't interrupt us, you're boring me," You felt yourself snap. "You don't spend any time with your loving girlfriend, you're obsessed with Erin! Kai what is wrong with you?" He snarled, "get out of this house, how dare you talk to your divine ruler like that?" You felt your eyes prick with angry tears and you stormed away, feeling hurt and mistreated.