Bad Happenings Part II :A Portrait of My Father

So the situation itself is a terrible one. My father isn't a nice man, not in the least. He is boastful, arrogant, and ungrateful. And that's when he's in a good mood. When he is angry, which is nearly always, he storms about the house breaking things and yelling all sorts of profanity. His driving is terrible, he purposely slams the breaks every 5 to ten seconds in order to get us all sick. He knows that my mother and I are prone to headaches and that my sister has a hard time as well. He's a cruel person that likes the misery of others.
He doesn't let us out. He wants us to stay in the house and do nothing when there are errands to be done. I had plans today: youth group, mall, and barnes and nobles. They were all dashed because he set the decree to not leave the house. I haven't gone to youth group in about two months and it's all his fault.
I hate him, and as terrible as that is, you would say that too if you were in my place. He's kicked us out more than once, locked us in, yelled all sorts of cruel things to all of us, accused my grandmother of stealing multiple times, gotten in fights with my uncles, broken doors, broken chairs, hurt the dog, hurt my sister and mother, and blown his temper so many times.
I'm tired of all of this. My mother won't get a divorce, and I don't know why. She thinks it might affect us. But I told her, it affects us more when she doesn't get a divorce, because things aren't peaceful. This place isn't a home, it's nothing like it. I don't know how far this will all go before it ends...