scared to go home

Long story short, fell on hard times, got evicted from my apartment, living with mom and her husband, mom and her husband give me a list of rules to follow which include: paying rent, keeping the room clean, I can’t be inside the house when they’re not home, they have to see my bank transactions to make sure I’m saving to move out, they have to monitor my medicine intake (I take antidepressants) to make sure I’m taking them. When I asked what the rules were for they just said it’s their house and their rules.

Did it for about a month and then realized the rules weren’t going to work for me, Mom asked to see my bank transactions and I said no, said I felt like it was weird, I started leaving to go to work and her husband came out of his room to yell at me, I yelled back bc I’m not going to take that shit, walked out and went to work. That night they said I had until the end of this month to move out.

Last night texted my dad and asked if he could drive me to work, I normally take the bus but wanted to talk to him. Dad tells mom I texted him to drive me because I don’t have enough money to take the bus (never told him that). When I get home mom demands to see my bank account, I say no again, they say because I’m lying, I get up to leave the situation, her husband follows me to my room, I try to shut the door but he stands in the doorway and pushes through, then when he gets through he pushes me and tbf it was lightly but it was clear he was trying to provoke me into fighting him. I didn’t, I just yelled at him, said he was psycho, he threatened to call the cops to come kick me out, I said to call them, he didn’t, mom defends him, asks why I can’t show my bank account, tell her bc it’s none of her business, we just argue until they leave the room at that point.

Talked to my dad this morning, he took their side, said he didn’t believe my version of events, said no one in the family saw it my way. I said at the end of the month after I left I wasn’t going to talk to either of them again and I didn’t want them in my life. Just for context I’ve never been close to my dad at all.

Now I’m scared to go back there tonight, scared it’s going to escalate further again or they’ll just try to kick me out and I’ll be homeless, I have no one to help me and I don’t know what to do. I talked to my therapist, he got me an appointment with a place for housing resources but the appointment isn’t until the end of the month. I thought about going to a homeless shelter but all of them here are Christian ones that make you do Bible study and shit, and the one secular shelter is the one my mom works at. I don’t have money for a motel. I’m not here to beg or anything, just needed to vent and also am I the asshole here?