That was where Matt seemed to cross a line, and she snapped, turning on her heel and taking a half step toward him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does my 'insecurity' bother you? Or is it my... what, status compared to others? Since I'm worse than them? Because if it does, why are you making time for a barely-there model with confidence issues and a bad attitude?" She hissed. "Because if what you say is true, I shouldn't be good enough for you to even bother with. If I'm that bad, that unworthy, or whatever you're trying to say, then you have NO RIGHT to tell me what the FUCK. TO DO!" She yelled, her chest starting to rise and fall faster as she got truly furious. She chose to brush over the first part- it was easier to be angry than it was to be logical. She swallowed as he finished, tears welling in her eyes, and she took another step closer to him. They were chest to chest. "Just because you're so fucking full of yourself doesn't hide what you are. You're a fucking coward. And that's even more worthless than a mistake of a woman." She snarled softly. As she heard the term shut up, the only remnants of her filter fell away. "You shut the fuck up, Stanley." She snapped, walking past Matt and onto the stage.

Matt watched Trixie with a straight face, unsure of whether to laugh, cry, yell or just physically lash out at her words. He was unable to get an actual word in throughout the whole minute or two of insults being chucked and curved his way, and his stupid foreign brain had to really work to keep up with her mouth, which was running about a hundred miles a minute. He looked down at her with an intense stare as she came pretty much chest to chest, his gaze setting on her so hard you could have sworn his eyes were lazers, and they were only broken away once she brushed past. Most of the room had gone silent, aside from a couple people sat watching from the seats below the stage, which increased Matt's nerves. They were obviously very prestigious, no one else was ever..allowed in there. He didnt say a word and simply followed her up onto the stage, standing himself in front of the backdrop before actually opening his mouth to speak. "I think you misunderstood who the coward is here. You're the one hiding behind false confidence, trying to fit in with everyone else. Face it, you dont belong here Trixie, you belong in one of the retail stores. Cleaning the street perhaps? Or maybe even the miserable little girl that has to sit on the top of the fountain and clean. Every. Single. Night." He started, his tone neutral. He leaned in closer, yet again staring down at her with a slight smile. "You're insecure, just say it. You're the coward here, say it. You are nothing more than a worthless. Insecure. Brat." He hissed, running his tongue along his top teeth after he finished. His tone was so low it was almost a whisper, and he backed up shortly after to stand next to her, acting as if he hadnt said a single word.

"Maybe." Trixie admitted softly. "But that would make you no better than me. Go back to getting whistled for like a dog in your pub. Isn't that where you belong?" She purred sweetly, gently pressing the tip of her index finger into his chest. "I'll give you some things. I'm insecure. I'm worthless. But you lay claim to being a coward and a brat. Look at what you're reacting over and tell me I'm wrong." She whispered back, lifting her hand off his chest to brush his fringe out of his eyes before he stepped away. She gave him a bitter smile and put on a blank face, waiting to be posed.

i feel so mean goshhh)

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Matt by no means was for hurting girls even in his twisted mind, whether they could feel the pain or not, but the overwhleming words mixed with the struggle to even understand was proving too much. As she reached up to brush his hair out his eyes he brought his fist up, grabbing her wrist with some force, pretty much chucking it back away from him. "Don't touch me" He hissed, taking a step back. Stanley rushed onto the stage and stood inbetwn them both again, this time looking a little more concerned. Matt carried on with his usual lashing out, seemingly only now actually..triggered. "I'm reacting this way because you're fucking insufferable, Trixie. You shouldnt be here, i cannot stress enough how much I mean it when i say you DONT. FIT. IN. I hope one day you end up really remembering what sent you here, rememrbing what made you end up in that coma. I hope you remember all your past memories with your friends, your family, how you've ditched them and left them crying over the fact you may die every single day. And I sure hope you do enough bad to be balancing on the edge of this world, leaving everyone HERE behind and quite possibly not even making it back to Earth. I really made a massive mistake, and I can safely say Trixie, I hate you" He yelled, pushing himself past Stanely and then past her, shoving her just as hard as he could, before letting himself disappear off the stage.

Damn he really went off))

Trixie raised her eyebrows at him coldly as her hand got shoved away. "That's fine with me." She shrugged, not bothering to even glance at Stanley. His first two sentences didn't phase her, but then he got into... deep shit. She took a half step back, blinking in surprise. And then hurt. She hadn't expected him to go that far, and she flinched at certain points when he spoke, taking another step back. She words slipped from her as he finished his diatribe, and tears started pouring down her face. "I hope there's no one left for you when you go back." She managed softly, but enough to be heard. At his shove, she fell hard on the stage, landing on her palms and scraping them against the rough flooring of the stage. But it didn't hurt. She couldn't feel it. She stood before anyone could offer to help her, swallowing and looking at the silent room. "Well. Go on. Do your jobs." She said quietly, walking the opposite way and almost tripping off the stage because she couldn't see through tear blurred eyes.

i feel like i gotta apologise to you man damn, im almost never that mean :"))

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Matt refused to look behind him as he went off stage, though her last words to him hurt. A lot. Mainly because she'd hit the spot, she was right. Most people had dispersed from right by his side, tey had given up waiting for him. Every day, when he checked the screens in the Memories buildings, the names were crossed out. They had forgotten about him. He slammed the door out from the stage and to the changing rooms, lashing out profusely at any hard surface he could see, pulling his shirt on. He hadnt cried once since he actually arrived there and he took pride in that, though this altercation changed that. He sat himself down on the bench and wiped away any tear that fell, which seemed to be a lot. Kiara had ran after Trixie after she left the stage, doing her best to stop her incase she wanted to leave. "Are you okay?" She asked, her face full of concern, though she knew it was a stupid question.

Dw about it- it adds all the more drama lol))

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Trixie didn't have the energy to change. All she could think about was how much she fucked with him. She had been such a bitch. She was almost sobbing, and she stopped walking to lean against a wall, because she wasn't sure if she could multitask anymore. She snapped at Kiara as soon as the words came out of her mouth, still in fight mode. "No, I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY!" She yelled hysterically, sinking to the floor and burying her head in her hands. "Ki, I hate myself. I hate me. I don't even hate him. I just want to go apologize." She whimpered.

tgis is true)

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Matt ignored the yell that was heard through the paper thin walls, instead slamming the changing room door with a decent amount of force as he left, ignoring the rather angry calls of Stanley as he proceeded to leave the building. Or try at least, the bald man wasnt having any of it. Kiara flinched at Trixie's yelling, ready to snap back, but her gaze softened as she carried on talking, and she put a hand on her arm by means of comfort. "Dont you dare apologise. I warned you he was horrible-not that i'm blaming you in any way. You didnt do anything wrong love" She said, her voice soft as she did her best to help the hysterical girl. She put a chair by the door and sat down with her, moving Trixie's hair out her eyes. "He's really not worth your time, I promise." She added, offering a warm smile.

"But he isn't, he's not, he's just angry. I shouldn't have fought with him, I should've just done the shoot and moved on." Trixie whined, raising her head to receive attention, which was nice in her current state. "But, what do I do?" She asked meekly, leaning against the wall.

"I can't just tell you to leave him alone forever can i? That would sound bad from me and quite frankly, you're not wrong. About him just being angry I mean" Kiara smiled, fiddling with a stray hair that landed on her knees. "You can try and find him later? He'll be..at the beach maybe? His stupid job or whatever I don't know. Its hard to know what to do because i've never had him act that way towards me, it was only ever with Ava. Just find him later, after the shoot. Do you wanna carry it on?" She asked, keeping her tone soft.