hey mate, I don't really know why the mods removed my post. I'll copy and paste it here for you and anyone else though:

Holy shit I had to delete the below post because my stepdad saw it so basically my worst nightmare. I had just gone downstairs to get food and he came home and asked if I had used his phone charger. I said that I had and it was plugged into the USB thing on the laptop next to my bed. I forgot that I had this page open and was replying to comments so it was open. Like for him to see. As he was walking up to my room something clicked and I was like fuuuuuck and flew up the stairs into my room only to see him fucking reading the post. He looks at me and asks "The fuck is this?" and I didn't even know what to say. He was so calm it was terrifying because I'm so used to him going from 0 to 50 in a half a second. He said "Is it a chat? Ex this out. Now." So in front of him I ex-d out the page and closed the laptop and put it into my backpack and went to zip it up and everything which doesn't really makes sense but I was shaking so hard and just didn't want to stop moving because then I'd have to deal with him. Then I hear "Connor," and I stop breathing and he says "You know this isn't abuse, it's what happens when you mess up. It's punishment. Nothing I'm doing wrong. You have no right to air your dirty laundry." I honestly thought I was going to die I just could picture him killing me a million different ways like how could I be so stupid as to leave the page up. Then he took a deep breath and said "We'll deal with this when I get home from my meeting tonight." He grabbed my phone and went into my backpack and took my laptop and walked downstairs and left the house a few minutes later with them. When I started the breathe again and went down to the kitchen I saw that he took the mouse away from the main computer too and my car keys so basically I had no access to anywhere.

I was shaking and I just kept thinking about how awful tonight would be if I stayed home so I popped a couple vicodin to kinda calm down (pain meds for my arm, you'd get it if you read below) and convince myself to leave the house before I fucking die. I grabbed my backpack and walked about a mile or so to where my friend lives and said that my car was having issues but I needed to get to the library to study and asked for a ride. I didn't know where else to go. I didn't want to tell anyone and there was no way I could just go to a friends house and pretend to be calm when I'm actually wicked jumpy and freaking out. It's also raining outside and kinda cold so I wanted to be under a roof. Anyways, my friend dropped off on his way to the gym and I went on one of the computers and immediately deleted the post because I'm so paranoid. Then, because I was thinking about everything that this subreddit did for me last time I posted, I realized that I really wanted advice and help. So I hit the back button and copy-pasted it into this new post.

Need advice as to how I could leave my house in the most discreet manner possible. Is it even possible to without the cops? I keep going through waves of thinking "Run, idiot" then when I actually consider it I think "It's not even worth it anymore now that your life is ruined. You'd cause so much drama and everyone would look down on you or wouldn't believe you. Just stay." But I know that it's very possible that he could kill me and even though sometimes I don't care, most times I just don't want to see him ever again. But I don't know how to go about escaping; in school I just want to fucking scream at my friends to help me but I can never actually do it, which doesn't make sense. But hey, at least I'm asking for advice on here and recognizing that this situation is too fucked. So, any opinions or ideas? I'd really appreciate any input anyone has. I feel like I'm having a crisis right now and don't know what to do or where to go when the library closes tonight.

(The post is anything below is what he saw. Thank god it wasn't my original post though because that was way more telling of shit that goes down in my house.)