Immediately I heard that familiar loud male voice, I jerked up my head from underneath the water in the big tub, heaving in and out deeply, a bit worried about what he might do about his untrue assumption. I hadn't been trying to kill myself. I had just wanted to be free and relax, for some time. But I don't think he would understand that.
"Were you planning on killing yourself already?" He asked again, more like growled out, his eyes, throwing harsh killing glares at me, his hands fisted by his sides. The man was overly annoyed. I was in trouble.
I shook my head, as my mouth refused to bring out a reply. Actually, I felt like a deer caught in a wide show of headlights, and I just wanted to escape beneath the water again. But somehow I felt like I would be writing my obituary that way, and I wasn't interested in that, at least not yet.
"So, what were you doing?" He growled out, daring me with his dark eyes not to talk and receive consequences.