Abused

So my mother had this boyfriend. They had a kid who's now 4. He had ptsd and bipolar in anger. He would verbally abuse me and my sisters and my mother and sometimes push us around. He would physically abuse my dog SEVERELY. My mom kicked him out and we were happy. Recently she's been hanging out with him more and being touchy. The other day she picked me up from a friends house and we were going to go to a church thing. He was in the car.

We stopped by our house so I could brush my hair before we left to the church thing. Inside I started crying and couldn't stop. She came in to get me and asked why I was crying. I asked her to just leave me here and we'll talk about it later. She got angry at me for leaving everyone out in the car and told me to tell her why I'm crying. I told her I dont want to be around him because he hurt us and abused my dog. She got angry and said "Skyla you need to stop this and get in the car" I told her no I wouldn't get in the car with him. She asked why and I said again "he verbally abused us and would push you and my sisters around and he threw Lana (my dog) around and threw things at her" she looked at me in the eye and told me I was LYING. I refused to get in the car.

She started hitting my legs and my side and my head. She told me to get in the car and stop accusing people of what they did. I told her no. She tried to pull me to the car but I pushed her away. I already had a sprained wrist, but she dug her nails in the arm and started pulling it. I pushed away. She tried to tell me he was getting better but i replied with medical facts that medicine is temporary because your body gets used to it when your take it that much and especially when he's SEVERELY bipolar. She said I was lying again and grabbed my other wrist and pulled me out of the chair. I backed away and told her to stop and let me stay. She told me I was being a little asshole, I responded with "I'm the asshole?" She came up to me and pulled me by the hair and pushed me back into the chair.

She threatened to take my room away and everything I owned and told me to sleep on the couch. Or go live with my father. She threw my phone across the room. I told her I still wouldn't get in the car. She grabbed my electronics and said she had something for me. She went into the den and came back with a bible. She started hitting me with the Bible. Telling me I needed to forgive and the only person who didn't have to forgive is god. I told her to stop and said I wouldn't forgive him. She dug into my skin some more and hit me some more and yelled. Eventually she gave up, leaving me with the Bible to read.

I eventually found my phone to call my father out of work.

Later my mom called my dad looking for me all worried. She then asked me to go to church with her the next day. I hesitated but said yes. She saw the scrapes and asked if it was my cat and I said no. She didn't ask any further. I went back to my fathers after church.

Today I go back to my moms. I forgive her I think but I am still very much hurt.

These are the injuries along with bruises in my legs and arms.

I don't stay with my dad because he doesn't live in the town I grew up in. I'm going into high school and I really want to go to this high school. Plus my mom can financially support me better. My dad lives in an apartment and my room only has a bed. Food is limited most of the time and we don't do much. All in all I love my dad dearly but I just don't want to live there. I'll miss my sisters. I don't want to get my mom in trouble because I love her.