Unable to bring herself to fall asleep completely due to being vigilant the sound of the door opening made her jump a little. Holding her breath, Sofia dared to look over her should, quietly to avoid detection, to see a man clad in all black skulking about. So many alarms went off in her mind right that moment and she slowly pulled the covers over her and clutched them tightly. She really had not been imagining things when she heard the floor creak! Panic began to take hold of her; her heart pounded in her chest and she began to shake a little but she did her best to push it aside and keep as still as possible. Maybe they would leaveâ€¦ yeahâ€¦ maybe they would leave and everything would be fine. Or maybe she was just dreaming this all and there wasnâ€™t anyone there at all. No, this was definitely real and there was definitely someone in her room.<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to scream, part of her wanted to continue staying silent. She peered out from her covers again, noticing he was heading towards where she kept the gun now. Not only was the gun in there but there were a few other things in there as well. Jewelry, things she kept around because they have been in the family for generations, things that held more intrinsic value than actual wealth among other things. Nevertheless they were hers and while she had no worries of this guy cracking the code and getting in there in one night due to the elaborate security system she didnâ€™t want him snooping around. A fighter she was not, but this was still where she lived. How dare someone come in here and begin just taking things just because they were there!<br/><br/>That wasnâ€™t sitting well with her. Hell, nobody liked people invading their space. She decided to use those thoughts as fuel to slowly get out of bed and begin creeping towards the man.<br/><br/>Luckily he had his back turned toward her. As quietly as she could, Sofia grabbed the umbrella sitting on top of the dresser that she placed there a day ago expecting a rainy day that had not come. Not the best weapon in the world against someone who was, possibly, armed and dangerous but it would have to do since she couldnâ€™t exactly retreat to the kitchen and grab a knife without drawing attention to herself. In face the more she thought about it the more pathetic it seemed but it was really all she had handy. She swallowed hard. Taking care to be as quiet as he was if not quieter she crouched down a bit, tightening her grip on the umbrella. What held her back was fear mostly, she was terrified of doing this, and she was still half asleep.<br/><br/>Her hands were shaking a bit, she felt a little sick as well, probably from the amount of fear surging through her at the moment. It was a miracle that she was able to muster even this much strength and not lay in bed like nothing was happening. This was one hell of a rude awakening that was for sure. As softly as she could, hopefully making it sound like she was still sleeping, she took in a deep breath and lunged. The umbrella hit the back of the manâ€™s head and she yelled, â€œWho the hell are you!? Get the hell out of here!â€ Hitting him a few more times, swings wild, she probably seemed like one of those psychos from a movie or something but she didnâ€™t care. She didnâ€™t care that her words were probably not all that threatening she just wanted the asshole out of her house. Now. â€œGet out! Thief!â€<br/><br/>Even though she was not threatening, she hoped that she at least that he would leave now that she has caught him red handed. Worst case scenario, he was armed and he would pull a gun and kill her right there. Or maybe he was some crazy who would kill her with his bare hands. What if he was hired by one of her enemies to kill her? So many more thoughts ran through her mind as she swung the umbrella again.