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My dad, my sister <PERSON>, and I are in a department store. I have just completely defied the family by refusing to go to an all-day Mennonite church service and opting to hang out with the backsliders in the Mennonite Social Club instead. I am refusing to say I am sorry, and I am telling my father he cannot boss me around. I am trying to get them to follow me to the Mennonite Social Club to show them that it is not sinful. My father starts chasing me and hitting me with his fists. There is nothing in the Bible that specifically says he cannot do that. I cower and try to protect myself. I yell at passers-by, "Help! Please call the police!" but no one helps, they just stare. I finally get away and he orders me, "Get in the car!" I say no. I keep refusing and I leave. Then my father starts to get flirty and cajoling. He calls me his little girl. I do not like the way he looks at me. He goes off to look at the rest of the store, and then he shows up again with a sly smile, saying, "I tricked you. You thought I would left you. But here I am." I run away. I find a clothing store manager and tell her everything that is going on. She says we will have to find store security and they will report it to the police. I am just trying to GET it to the police, and no one seems willing to help me so far. The store manager finds one of her bosses and I tell her the story. They all say, "You poor child," and try to console me, but I can see they are also too freaked out to want to get involved. I go back to the part of the store where <PERSON> and my dad were waiting. I see a note from <PERSON> about where dinner is, etc. and they have gone home. I look around and there are a bunch of presents to unwrap! It is also a living room display, so it looks like it is my own apartment. I learn from security that I will be allowed to stay in the store overnight and to help myself to any products I may need, such as toothpaste or shampoo. I am happy. I discover that <PERSON> has left a stick of chocolate licorice to make up for anything my father did. I still want to report my father, but I am enjoying the comforts of this home display and considering just letting things be and accepting the gifts of material comforts and security. Someone shows up with "sexual intent vision" glasses to spot any illicit intentions on the part of my dad during his next appearance. I wear them too when my father shows up the next day, but I worry because I am not good at pointing the camera while hiding that I am wearing them. I would also be punished severely for that unthinkable level of defiance toward my parents. That is when I wake up with an intense vascular headache and feeling sick to my stomach. Real-life note: My father hit me, but never sexually abused me. He would be horrified and devastated if he ever knew that at 14, I was generally terrified that he might cross that line. I suffer from PTSD related to treatment by my parents and bullying in school. Also, I needed extra Clonazepam (extra-dosed under medical advice) to get to sleep last night because I would run out of Mirapex.