I was in the bathroom, just minding my own business. The water was running into the bucket, making that usual splashing sound. I thought I had some peace for a bit, but then my father shouted for Riya (the security guard he has hired to keep an eye on me), to open the bathroom door. There is no lock in my bathroom. It’s broken and I don’t know why nobody has fixed it.
I quickly grabbed my phone and tried to start a livestream on Twitter. I wanted to tell people that my parents were keeping me stuck at their house. Thank God I was fully dressed, or it would’ve been even worse. Riya opened the door and saw me and informed my father. Then the door flew open, and there was my father, looking angry. I managed to start the livestream, but before I could say much, he snatched my phone right out of my hands. I felt so helpless. Riya came in and started pulling my arm to drag me out of the bathroom. I wasn’t going anywhere, so I held my ground, staying put on the cold tiles. A few minutes later, I stepped out myself because I wanted my phone back. But when I got out, my mother, father, and Riya were all there. They grabbed me, my mother and Riya held my arms tight, and my father gripped my stomach. It was like I couldn’t move at all. Then my father called Minku, our house help, and asked him to hold me by the stomach too. While I was stuck like that, my father hid my phone somewhere so I couldn’t call or message anyone.
