I Can't Hold My Oca

Because of the language barrier, we didn't speak to each other very often. After using soap to clean something, she left a bunch of soap suds in the sink. When i pointed out that she had missed some dust on a shelf, she had a violent outburst. She slashed across my cheek and began cursing at me again. Now i ran for my life. No one was around to help me, so i waded in the water. The salt water stung my face a lot. I hadn't gotten out very far when she tripped and fell. This looked like a good opportunity. Maybe she'd drown. It looked like my chance to get away. But it wasn't