I wish I knew people like you as a kid. My parents beat me one day and I ran away from home, all the way to a building where some therapists I trusted worked. I told them what happened. They asked me if I wanted to go home and I told them no, then they told me I could stay there for a while. Not even 1 minute later and they tell me my dad's here. Great. My dad picks me up while I'm just screaming and crying that they made a mistake and now I'm in trouble, they don't care. My dad puts me into the car, takes me home, and follows me into my room. He tells me it's ok and that I'm not in trouble. Very next day he yells at me for 2 hours straight about how I shouldn't of ran away. I swear in an instant people will turn on you.

Also life tip, THERAPISTS SUCK.