In case anyone is wondering, I did end up going to the event. I came home when it was dark, and my dad was furious that I didn't call him (in fact, I told them it was gonna end quite late and I didn't really want to talk about it a lot since it seemed to bother them so much!) and eventually calmed down, the conversation ended well (with the usual "I just care about you"). I don't think he told anyone. He probably doesn't want to lose his function. He just asked me if I was really against the religion, or just questioning it, and that it's okay not to be sure. Although I wanted to scream how much I hate it, I picked the second option and the whole thing just kind of faded away as a little "failure" of mine (since it's so hard to be a JW teen, gosh!). I try to avoid meetings as much as possible and just sit through them. They're leaving me alone for the most part. Not very good JWs, are they? Haha.