Make The Most Of It

'Don't bother,' I murmured, but distinctively loud enough for him to hear. A tear fell, but was soon discarded as he brushed his hand across my face, sweeping the hair out of my eyes. They were looking like death, and filled with what only could be described as black holes. I shifted, though my gaze at the ground didn't flinch. He reached out his hand to interact with mine, but I pulled my shoulder round to become facing in the opposite direction. To an outsider, it would have looked as if he was shocked, but he knew I wasn't going to let him win me over with a soft touch. He sighed.
'Why won't you let me even look at your face without becoming on edge?' he knew what he was doing, twisting how I had reacted to his actions to make me believe I am in the wrong. I bit my lip, as the sensation of minor pain usually helps to ease my anger, though from what he had put me through a sore lip wasn't going to change matters. I turned on the spot abruptly, shoulders back and lips bruised, but pursed.
'Don't think for a second you will have the upper hand, because I know all your tricks. Don't look at me in a way as if I'm the only person in the world that matters, or even act as if I'm important in any way to your pathetic little life.' I smirked and raised one of my eyebrows, so that it met the line of where my fringe fell on my face. 'But remember this; I may not be of any importance or matter to you, but your life sure damn will once I've taken it from you,' I hissed. I turned and headed confidently out the door ahead, listening for the non-existent comment that followed. Now to keep my word...