Her teeth gritted between her parted lips. She was shaking from the anger he supplied to her. She didn't care what he had to say anymore. Right now it just made her angrier. Her hand clenched on the gun, wanting to shoot him right where he stood. But something kept her frozen.<br/><br/>"Regardless of what the origin is, I do not like the word. I grew up hating it, and I will continue to hate it."<br/><br/>Her shoulders droped a little irritation showing from her eyes, "Most do know my name, haven't you seen me in magazines? or billboards in the city?" She sighed shaking off the subject, "You are breaking and entering too..." She trailed off refusing to go on with the subject.<br/><br/>She knew she was acting bitchy, but she didn't care. She wanted the man to hate her as much as she hated him at this moment. She wasn't here to make a friend, she was here to defend her house, and herself. She saw that he didn't like her or the way she acted, which only made her happy to see that she aflicted him too.<br/><br/>But her eyes changed with what he said next. She looked down with guilt, taking in the fact he had not hurt her until now. She bit her lip, finding no words to say. She listened, his word making her think. He was not here to hurt or kill. Which is the exact opposite of what her parents had taught her growing up. She was told never to trust them, never to go near them, and never fall for their ways.<br/><br/>She looked up at him with soft eyes, as he bit back at her for refusing his offer. She didn't care anymore, she felt like she was talking to a wall when it came to him. He was the thing that wouldn't move, and she was the force that wouldn't stop (ahhh, the dark knight xD) . This was going nowhere in her mind.<br/><br/>She felt like a little kid, being yelled at by her strict father. Knew not to talk back, until things cooled off. Just standing there not making any sort of eye contact anymore. Her body didn't tremble as much as it did before. Even as he called her names, she bit her lip to talk back. But as the men kicked in her door she looked up with frantic eyes. She pointed the gun at them and fired once.<br/><br/>She missed, and tried to fire again, but a hand slapped around her wrist painfully making the gun drop out of her hand. Another thug grabbed her other arm, and she struggled. Screaming and grunting, as she tried to worm her way out. Her head pounded and her heart raced. The blood felt thick in her veins. She looked to the man as he left her house, not wanting to ask for him to come back. With a heavy heart she screamed for him, and watched him turn around.