An abusive father

Your father was a strict man, he served as an officer. In childhood you were avoided because you could complain to your father. But you yourself were afraid to say anything to him, because he was very strict. Skirts no higher than the knee, T-shirts with sleeves and no deep necklines. Your mother couldn't take it anymore and left, leaving you with your father. Since then, he has become even stricter. On your birthday you couldn't stand it and ran away. You were having fun: loud music, alcohol, cigarettes. Suddenly you started dancing with a boy. He complimented you a few times, started hitting on you, and kissed you. Before you knew it, you were alone with him. As soon as you were gay, he started filming you barking and laughing. You quickly got dressed and ran outside, sat down on a bench, and started calling your father. He didn't ask any unnecessary questions, but simply came, quitting his job. Running up to you, he held out his umbrella and knelt down in front of you. He said quietly, "It's my fault... I forbade you too much..." But when he heard, "Dad, not now," he realized how broken you were. He just watched you cry silently.