Want me to paint a picture?
Sitting behind my locked door, blocking it as tears stream down my face. Knife in my hand, ready to defend myself from my own father should the need arise. The sound of him attempting to force my door open, yelling in a loud voice, screaming to god to exorcise demons within me.
Respect for my parents, particularly my dad, died then and there. I still have that burned into my memory, and probably always will.
Damn. MF, you need to seriously calm down. Take a step back and clear your head. I'm nit going to pretend to know what you are going through.
This honestly may not be the best place for you to discuss this. Obviously your parents are not helping either, especially since religion has corrupted their minds. Maybe its time to seek professional help in dealing with your emotions.
I think right now, going to a friends house may be the best option. The situation in your home right now is not good for anyone involved. Make a few calls, see if you can crash at their place for a few days play some Fallot or TES hang out with your furry buddies and just clear your head.
And remember. When you think things are bad for you. There may be someone worse off.