Run.

Get your fucking hands off of me, asshole!" I say as I struggle in his grip while I gained the attention of the entire room, unintentionally. A few more failed attempts at getting him off my resulted in me getting pushed against the wall with my back turned to everyone which mad me instantly nervous and stop struggling. I am not where it came from, but a small whimper made it way out of me and I hated it because it made me sound scared, but what can I say I was terrified. "quit!" he yelled at me and I obliged immediately. To my shock not my father or my mother spoke a single word in my defense, so I just sat there breaking against this damn wall, honesty scared half to death. I lived a sheltered life. This was not a normal evening for me.
I heard a chair scoot out from the table and walk over to me. My arm was released but I stayed put not sure what to do. The footsteps had stopped and I knew they were behind me and I stopped breathing unknowingly and then heard the steps turn back to the table and by the sound of it I could tell the person has sat back down, I realize in the chaos of everything I never even noticed who all was in the dining room once I was shoved in, so I was terrified to turn around.