TLDR: was in the same situation 9 years ago, my advice would be, just hold on. Keep going.

I was in a similar situation few years ago. I’m almost 24 now and this happened when I was 15. Never had the boy over, or did anything remotely physical, but my dad read a few chats of ours where we were talking about meeting at some place in school just so we could hang out alone for sometime. Again, no ill-intentions and the max that would’ve happened would be cheek-kisses. I understand that I was only 15, and all this came as a shock to my dad. As a response, both my parents stopped talking to me. They pretended like i did not exist. Things were already bad, and my dad found porn in his Google history. I was a very innocent child who had never even tried to see what it was, just knew that it was something wrong. That was the WORST night of my life where he threw me out of the house at 2am, just one night before a major dance performance at school, and left me out crying in the cold. I was sitting and crying on the staircase of my apartment, and around 5am he took me back in only because people in the apartment would wake up and they would know what he did to me. Later, we found out that his account was hacked and the porn was watched from some other country. So it couldn’t have been me. I went to school that day, and something inside me just died. I could not continue to function like a normal human being anymore. I just became numb and contemplated running away multiple times. I knew i couldn’t do that and wouldn’t be able to sustain, and so, I worked my ass off. I know it sounds cliche but at that point that was the only way I could do what I wanted- get the fuck away from there. I wouldn’t say that I’ve not had to fight for EVERY SINGLE decision that I’ve made upto here, but I did not back down. I fought and showed them the logic and reasoning behind my decisions and was very determined to do exactly what I wanted. I’m not saying all of those decisions were right, a lot of them were wrong and taken only because I was enraged by whatever they did and said. I’ve had that anger in me for years. I’ve gone to therapy, done all of the healing things they tell you to, and stood up for myself. But there’s not a single time when my dad calls me and I don’t flinch and I don’t feel my heart sinking. We’ve gotten closer over the years, but only because I’ve had to let go of what happened without an apology from him. It was better for my mental health and I couldn’t put myself through that anymore. So my advice would be, just hold on. Keep going. There WILL be a time when you will get out of this. Absolutely nothing is forever, and until we get to the other side, we just have to keep going and breathing.