I Am Broken

I grabbed my suitcase and packed my clothes. I then heard the door slam shut and lock itself. I turned around. I pulled on it. "Kacey this isn't funny." I called out to her. Just then I felt a hand around my throat. "That isn't Kacey little one." Said a voice. Oh God no. "Dad I-" I was cut off by him tightening his hand. I tried to struggle against him but he was too strong. "The more you struggle, the harder its gonna be for both of us." He said. He pushed me onto the bed and held me down. Please God no.