She jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge.  She yanked it, which was fruitless.  Kat turned to face him, her eyes wide, fear starting to flush into her cheeks.  All she wanted was to take a bath, yet she was stuck there with some psycho who thought he was related to her somehow.<br/><br/>"So, what do you want from me?  I don't have money.  I'm a goddamn<strong>waitress</strong>, Anthony.  Guys pinch my ass and leave me dollar bills.  A step lower and I'd be dancing around a pole.  This-"<br/><br/>She gestured frantically to the room.  "This isn't going to solve whatever your asshole dad did to you.  You want things fixed?  Pack your shit and get out of town.  It's what I want to do once I have enough.  I can almost taste it.  Getting out of here?  That's freedom."<br/><br/>She didn't mean the house.  She meant the town, the people, the suffocating closeness of it all.  Kat was still standing with her back to the door, but she was talking at him to buy time, to figure out a way.... out.