Thomas:

"Y/N stop fighting it! You're never gonna be a runner! Ever! Just accept that!" Thomas yells at you. "Why?!" You yell back. "Because! You almost died today and you were still inside the Glade! What if that Griever had killed you Y/N?! You can't run! You're slow!" Thomas yells. You draw your hand back and slap him. "You shut up you stupid shank! I am not slow! Just ask Minho! I've been running with him for the past week!" You yell. Then you freeze. Thomas wasn't supposed to know about that. Thomas steps towards you and grabs your shirt. "What?!" He asks lowly. You shrink away from him suddenly scared. "Answer me Y/N!" He yells in your face. "Stop!" You whimper. His hold tightens on your shirt. "What did you say?!" He asks. His normally bright eyes are dark and clouded with rage. "Stop! Let go of me!" You yell. His hand flashes to your right and the crack of his hand against your face is deafening. He drops your shirt and you crumple to the ground. You look up at the guy you call your boyfriend with fear in your eyes. His eyes show a hint of regret before he storms away.

Minho:

"Ben! Stop!" You yell. Ben smashes his lips onto your and parts your lips with his tongue. You yell against his lips but he just throws you to the ground. He walks away with a smirk on his lips and a renewed swagger in his step. You curl up into a ball and sob. A few hours later and no one has found you. You've stopped crying a while ago but you still can't shake of Ben's mouth on yours. "Y/N! Y/N! Oh my god Y/N!" Minho's voice breaks into your self pity. You look up at him blankly. "What the shuck are you doing out here Y/N?!" He yells at me. I hold my blank expression and he lifts me up off the ground. "Y/N! Answer me!" He yells. You still look at him blankly. You're numb. A hand slaps across your face and you gasp in pain. Minho's face is full of concern and worry. "Y/N?! What happened?!" He asks again. You shake yourself out of his grasp and take off in the other direction, towards the Glade.