It was a quiet night when I was about 12 years old, my sister and mom were at youth group, and I stayed home with my dad, he asked me to do the dishes, but I was doing my homework, I went to do the dishes, but I didn't do them well enough, since I was more focused on my homework at the moment, he asked me again because he noticed they weren't clean enough, so I did, but they still weren't clean enough, my mom and sister come back from youth group, I asked my mom to do the dishes so I could continue my homework, she said yes and I went back to doing my homework on the couch while she starts doing the dishes, my dad storms downstairs and rips my homework from me,and he rips it in half, I screamed at him to stop, but he grabbed me by my collar and pushed me into the kitchen, my mom only noticed when he grabbed my backpack and dumped everything from it, he ripped up some other random papers from my backpack too, I was obviously crying, but my mom looked fine, she handed me some water and told me to calm down, that she would speak to him. It hurt me that she wasn't angry. I stood up and told her I was running away and never coming back, she told me to calm down and control myself, but I went upstairs and went into my room, grabbing whatever I could find. My sister (10 years old) asked me what I was doing, after a told her, she asked me not to, tears filling her eyes, but I walked out. She got up and went to my dad, telling him I was running away, my dad laughed and said "Let her go, I want her to leave". My sister had started crying by this point and said "But thats your daughter", but my dad basically said he didn't care. I put my stuff in my backpack and got up, telling my mother I would never come back, I went out the backdoor. My mom and dad made no effort to stop me. Once I was outside, I hid behind a bush, a small part of me wanting my mom to follow me, ask me to come back. But when I didn't see her outside, I left, I obviously cried outside, and I was really scared, but I ended up finding a gas station where I asked the man to call the police, and when they arrived, I told them what had happened at home, my mom and sister arrived, along with a family friend, but my dad stayed at home. My mom, sister and I stayed with a family friend for a day, I missed school that day. When I got back home, my dad refused to speak to me, calling me a delinquent, said that he didn't love me, that I would fail school and end up on the streets, that I wasnt his daughter anymore, and that he waits for the day I leave this house. All of that hurt me, I wrote letters to him, asking him to please talk to me, or say something, anything, but he didn't read any of them, when I asked to talk, to share my side of the story, he refused to speak to me, my mother said he needed time, so that's what I gave him, but how much time does a 65 year old need? She would tell me he was hurt, but by the looks of it, he looked fine, maybe a bit angry, but fine. My sister still begs for my dad's forgiveness, but I don't, he clearly dosnt love me anymore, so why should I spend every single day begging for his forgiveness? When he barely looks at me anymore I guess that makes me a bad daughter. By the way, I'm still 12, this happened a while ago, my dad still refuses to talk to me. So, AITAH for calling the police on my dad?