The Substitute's Exit
Language: en
I slipped in the bathroom and cried out for my boyfriend to help me. Instead of rushing in, he accused me of trying to seduce him with a "wet t-shirt routine." "It doesn't matter what cheap tricks you use, Sarah, it won't work on me!" he yelled through the door. "I won't touch you until Chloe graduates!" He was too busy helping his dead ex-girlfriend's sister write her thesis. He ignored my screams of pain and slammed the front door, leaving me on the cold tiles. The pain was so intense I nearly passed out. I used every ounce of strength to call 911. Later, the doctor told me I had a…