Taking It Slow (possibly discontinued)

Chapter 3- Ian's pov

    I woke up in a non familiar bed. I looked around the room and realized it was my father's bedroom. I tried to get out of the bed but my arms were tied to the headboard, I started panicking and hyperventilating knowing what was going to happen.
   A couple seconds later my dad barged through the door looking more drunk then before. My eyes grew wide when he looked at me. He had pure lust and anger in his eyes. I flinched when he came closer, taking off his belt. He put his knees on the end of the bed and unzipped his pants, inching towards me. Soon enough I was trying to kick and thrash at him with my legs, but that just made it worse for me. He pinned my legs down with his knees and started taking off my basketball shorts I wore to bed last night. I was terrified, he's never raped me before but he has touched me.
He eventually shoved my shorts down my waist with his pants coming down soon after. Nothing could have prepare me for the pain I endured at this moment. My legs were on my dad's shoulders as he pounded into me, ripping me open. I had tears streaming down my face, not able to control my sobbing anymore. I felt gross and dirty.
After a while, he came to his climax and pulled out of me. My legs and waist felt numb as he took my legs off his shoulders and let them fall onto the bed.
I passed out from exhaustion, but I could still hear and feel what was happening around me. I heard him grab his pocket knife from his dresser and click it open. I felt him cut the rope my wrists were tied to. I felt my body go limp and couldn't move. I then heard him put his pants on and leave the room.
For what felt like hours, I slowly start to grow my consciousness back and got up off the bed. Pain was all I felt. I felt disgusting and I never want to feel like this again. I couldn't take being hurt by that pedofile bastard anymore. I put my pants back on and walked to my room, trying to be quiet in case my dad was still around. When I got to my room I changed into a red hoodie and black jeans. I grabbed my blade that was under my pillow and but it in my pocket. I walked out of my room and quietly made my way downstairs. I peeked over the railing and saw my dad passed out on the couch. I continued down the stairs and made my way out the door. Once I quietly closed it, I saw that it was raining but I started running. It hurt but I ran as fast as I could.
   After 30 minutes of running, I reached my destination. A long bridge that people don't really use anymore since they built the new one. I was shaking from the cold of the rain and fear as I walked to the center of the bridge. I don't actually want to die, I just want to get away from that monster I call a father. This is the only way to accomplish it.
   Once I got there, I looked over the edge. Deep dark water was flowing through. I took out my blade from my pocket and lifted up sleeves. I made deep cuts on both of my wrists and moaned at the feeling, if jumping doesn't work hopefully I'll bleed to death. I climbed up on the railing of the bridge and stared out in front of me. I closed my eyes. I thought I heard a sound but I shook it off. My heart was racing. I lifted my foot to take a step.

    "W-wait! Stop!"