Marrying The Mafia Prince

Hi my name is Gabby,I'm 19 and I live with my abusive dad. I know that some people have bad lives so they turn bad but I can say when it comes to me that I'm not like that. I have a abusive dad but if you didn't know that and you met me you wouldn't assume. Which in some way is good because I hate people giving me sympathy it just annoys me so much. I just got back from school and was in the middle of cleaning up when my dad came in from his afternoon drinking session down at the bar. I hate it when he comes home it makes me go on edge and i feel so trapped, I was cleaning up the mess that he made by mums favourite chair as he walks up behind me I can feel his breath on my neck making the hairs stand up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he said right in my ear, "I'm cleaning the MESS that YOU made by mums chair" raising my voice so he will understand most of the words and trying to back up whilst saying it to get some distance from him. "IM SO SICK OF YOU THINKING THAT YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, I AM YOUR FATHER REMEMBER THAT" while he was saying this he was starting to get closer to me, i don't like this at all. I didn't know what to say all I could to is stare at him with tears welling up inside me. I knew at this point that somehow I have pissed him off more than usual and I have to get out of this situation. He was not happy i could hear him breathing loader and loader like a tiger ready to pounce. Before i knew it he quickly turned around started walking towards the kitchen and going near the bread board were the knife was. all i could think was now is this time to run but my legs can't move the are stuck to the carpet. s**t