Intruder!

I paused, the soft tinkling of glass breaking, capturing my attention. My eyebrows rising as I wondered who'd break into my house, who'd have the guts to do so.

I reached under the sink, hefting a plumbing wrench, my wrists aching in protest, I having sprained it two days past. I flipped the latch on the bathroom door, stepping out by the washing machine, I peered around the corner. I grimaced as something else broke. The intruder turned and I quickly pulled back.

I was unsure if he had seen me, knowing it was a male. The shoulders too broad, the stance too dominating. I heard swift footsteps heading in my direction. I waited until they were right beside me and I swung out with the wrench.

I heard the sickening crunch of bone and recoiled when a bloody hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Kat," He paused, blood running from his broken nose. I turned in surprise, my surprise shifting to worry as my mind registered who stood before me.