My psychotic lover

Slamming my door, I ran too my closet and pulled out two big suit cases. I was determined to leave this house tonight. As I put the two suit cases on my bed I didn't even realize that I had ruined one of my favorite onesies with the large amount of tears that I had cried. But I wouldn't let that stop me. Earlier that day******** As I sat on the comfy couch in the living room cuddled up with my favorite stuffy, which happens to be a black bear who's left hand has yellow glaze on it to make It look like honey, watching one of my favorite princess movies Ariel, The front door busted open. The noise was so loud that I accidently squeezed the juice out my juice box onto the white carpet, I was so dead. I could barely contain the tears that threaten to spill. Looking towards the front door all the disgust that I had in my body showed on my face. There in all his drunken glory was the asshole that I called my father. By now I was out of little space, just the mere presence of him mad me mad. " Camryn where is my goddamn food?" he roared. " I-I'm sorry I-I forgot." " You little b***h, I told your dumbass to have dinner ready for me when I got home," " You should have died with your mother, you worthless shit." I was used to the name calling, but when he mentioned my mother I couldn't help but let the tears run down my face. Turning around I tried to run to my room but he was quicker than me and grabbed me forcefully by my arm and pulled me towards him. " Since you failed to make me dinner, You will feed me right now with your body, He said in a wannabe seductive voice. " Leave me alone, stop it please!," I screamed at the top of my lungs. " Shut up you b***h, and be a good little slut for daddy." Everything in me begged to find a way to escape, but it was very hard seeing how he had me pinned onto the sofa, while he was in between my legs. I could feel his erection on my core, grinding against it. I tried not to moan but it was very hard seeing how he was putting pressure on my c**t. I also could feel every movement through the thin fabric of my white and pink onesie. " Shut up you w***e and take this d**k like the little slut you are." And with those words he removed his clothing and tried to remove mine. The man that I once loved, that I once admired was trying to steal my virginity. I could not let that happen. It was quite hard to think of an escape plan with my body in panic mode and the headache creeping on. But when I felt his rock hard d**k at my center it was enough motivation to make adrenaline rush through my body. As hard as I can I kicked and threw my fist, managing to land a blow to his temple, making him faint. Hoping off of the sofa I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and then ran to my bedroom.