I have my own truck, and I bought it myself, I'm 17 and my dad called and reported it missing, even though it is in my name! He was yelling at me and I was outside about to leave for work and he shoved me up against it and hit me. He punched the sheet metal door and he yelled at me and wouldn't stop so I just got in my truck and left. I was pulled over on the 10 minute drive between my house and my job and the officer didn't understand how my pickup was reported missing when Myself, the owner, was driving it legally and insured. I told him the story and he asked if my dad did anything like that before and what was his name. I told him, and yet again, the officer didn't do a damn thing because my dad used to be a cop. I hate this, and now I'm at a friends house, but I'm going to have to go home sometime and I don't want to at all. I have no idea what to do.
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