When I was 13, I went into my parents bedroom to ask my dad for help on something. I forgot what it was but after he helped me with it he wrestled me playfully, but soon he pushed me on top of his bed and went on top of me. He pinned my arms down so I couldn't move. I told him to stop and to get off of me because it felt wrong, but he didn't. My intuition told me to get out of there as fast as possible. So I kicked him in the stomachs as hard as I could and ran out of the room. Till this day, I get tramautic flashbacks and I've told my mom about it but she hasn't done anything. I have 3 more years until I can move out, but im always cautious around him and I make sure I'm never alone with him.