Run for the front door (and get caught)

All you can think of is escaping. You use the lull in the explanation as your opening. You break for the door. Your parents were ready, though. You gasp as your mother leaps at you with surprising agility and tackles you. You're sent flying into the wall and your head slams against the wall. You're still conscious, but you feel dizzy and weak as you collapse on the ground.

"Let's get her clothes off," your mother says. You're still dazed, unable to move due to a combination of the impact and your shock at what your mother had done. Your mother lifts your t-shirt up over your head, relieving the tight pressure around your tits, as your father undoes your skirt.

You finally come to your senses as your father begins to roughly yank your panties off.

"Let me go! I'll scream!" you threaten, finding your voice as you begin to struggle against your parents. Without warning, a powerful fist strikes your face, dazing you again. You feel a strange warmth in your crotch - is it blood? How did it get there? Looking down, you see nothing but clear fluid.
"Phoebe, keep it quiet, or you'll regret it," your father growls, throwing your panties into the corner of the room.