Reed could recognize the fact that she was getting a little bit crazy here. She was a rational girl, she understood herself and she understood the phrase 'going too far'. However, she was also a very angry girl, and when she got angry, she tended not to give a shit about possible consequences.
She pushed herself up off the floor of the carpet, grabbing a pair of running shoes. She threw herself out of the closet and hurled one shoe at the man - crawling, he was fucking crawling, the pathetic little fuck - towards the door, then the other, hitting him first in the middle of his back and then on the elbow.
She strode forward and grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking his neck back and forcing him to turn over. She sat on his stomach and held his head back using the grip she still had on his hair. She used to free hand to point a finger directly in his face and hissed, "Now listen to me, you giant fucking psycho. If you ever pull a stunt like that again you will have far more than a busted tooth and a black eye to deal with, you hear me? I will rip you apart. I like my goddamn sleep just as much as I like my goddamn quiet - and I like both of those just as much as I dislike you. So if you ever do anything to fuck with me again, you will understand the full extent of my anger, because this isn't even half of it. You got that, sweetheart?"