Dad? PLEASE?!?!

I've seen the day planned the same day every single day. But today was different. Ever since last week my dad has been acting weird. He would usually make fun of me of being bi sexual. But no, I came home from school. The door was cracked open, I walked in and the smell of alcohol was stronger. I saw him standing at the end of the hallway, staring at me. " Son, I'm sooo glad your home~." "Dad? What's wrong? Did you lose more money?" "Sweetheart~ Come to me.~" he spoke, his word slurred. I didn't though, I stepped back. Big mistake, I fell on my butt. He walked to me, looked down and dragged me upstairs. I screamed for him to let me go but it was as if he couldn't hear me. He brought me to his room. He processed to undress me and him. He, um, he raped me. He raped his own SON! I'm sorry it- it just destroyed my mental health. I've had trust issues ever since. Any ways on with the story. He just got me naked and he was only wearing his boxers. He proceed to **** me. Later on while he raped me. He, He forced me suck it. When he was finally done. I just lay there, dead inside. I wanted to smoke, and drink, and so I did. He kept doing this, every day. Until one day I started cutting. It felt soo good. But He just kept on, I felt so broken, I jumped of my roof. It was two stories and I fell on my arms. One of them even was off my body, the rocks got to it. The first time he raped me I said, " dad? PLEASE?!? STOP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE! MY DAD IS RAPING ME!" But no one did, every time he did I screamed, but nothing. But that's all for this chapter