I just got out of jail for a bogus charge

So, for context, I was sitting in my room and my dad came in yelling at me because I hadn't finished the dishes. I said right away that I'd do it, and he said it was too late for that now, and he started hitting me with one of those wooden crosses that you put out in the yard that says Jesus saves. He hit me with it until it broke, and the shrapnel hit and broke my guitar. I got super mad at him for all these years of taking abuse, doing nothing and saying nothing, and I hit him across the face and knocked him down. I ran because I didn't want to die, but it was dark, and it had just rained, and I didn't put my shoes on. So I came trudging back with my wet soggy socks. I went to my room and then my dad knocked on the door and said I need you outside. Then the police put me in handcuffs and put me in the police car and drove me to jail, and I've been there for 11 days and I just got out. My parents wouldn't take me home, so I stayed there longer than I should have. I met this guy in his sixties while I was in jail and we both coincidentally got released at the same time. He offered me a ride, and he dropped me off at a 7-Eleven near where my friend lives, and now I'm staying with him for an indefinite amount of time. I'm so glad to be out of jail and out of that prison of a house with my father. I'm feeling so many emotions right now.