I just asked for my documents back. My ID, my certificates, things that belong to me. But my parents, especially my father, have been holding them hostage. The door of the house always stays padlocked, and no matter how much I beg or reason, they won’t hand the documents over. It’s like they’re using them to control me, to keep me stuck.
Police promised they would check in every other day until July to make sure I was okay and to help me get my documents. That was weeks ago. They haven’t come back. Not once. I keep waiting, hoping, but nothing. It’s like I’m invisible to them, too.
For days, my parents had been ordering food from Zomato, telling me it was sent by my teacher. I believed them. I mean, why wouldn’t I? But it was all a lie. It wasn’t my teacher. It was my father ordering the food, spinning this story to mess with my head. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he had the nerve to tell the police that I shouldn’t eat it because it might be poisoned. Poisoned! Can you believe that? He was the one sending it, and then he turned around and tried to scare me into thinking it wasn’t safe. What kind of game is this?When I found out the truth, I felt like such an idiot. How could I have fallen for it? How could I have let myself believe, even for a second, that there was some kindness behind it? It’s like every time I let my guard down, I get slapped with another betrayal. I’m so tired of being played, of feeling like I’m stuck in some twisted trap I can’t escape.
I’d been crying all afternoon. Meanwhile, my father was sitting there, eating his dinner like nothing was wrong. Like I wasn’t falling apart in the next room. Something in me snapped. I cussed him out, words I didn’t even know I had in me and I grabbed his plate and threw it. Food went everywhere. I know it was wrong, but in that moment, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
He stormed into my room, furious. He was about to hit me but my mother stepped in, thank God, and pulled him off. But then he said something that’s still ringing in my ears “Your mother’s not going to give you any food from now on.” It wasn’t just about food, it was the way he said it, like he wanted to strip me of everything, even the basics.
