Last night, around 8 PM, I was curled up in my room, tears streaming down my face. The walls of my house felt like a prison, cutting me off from the outside world. All my things, my phone, my laptop, anything that could connect me to anyone beyond these four walls—had been taken away. I felt utterly alone, trapped in a suffocating silence that only my sobs broke.
Then my mother walked in. I was hoping for comfort, maybe a shred of understanding, but instead, she started tearing into David, my teacher. He’s been the one person trying to help me, offering guidance and support to get me out of this situation. But to her, he’s the enemy. Her words were sharp, venomous, and full of blame. I couldn’t take it. I begged her to leave. When she didn’t budge, I nudged her leg, a desperate plea for space. That’s when everything spiraled.
My father stormed in, his face twisted with anger. He started insulting me and David. He made nasty personal remarks and shamed David’s disability. I asked him to leave, but he wouldn’t move. I tried to push him, just to get him out of my space, but he and my mother grabbed my hands, forcing me to sit down. I felt powerless, like a cornered animal.
My father’s voice dropped to a chilling calm as he told me he had already planned to have David killed. He played an audio clip, his voice, talking to someone about “gangsters” and targeting my teacher. He cut it off halfway, smirking, and said, “I’m going to get David killed. There are many gangsters in mexico who are ready to do this job”. He kept saying he wanted to beat me up, threatening to do it if I talked back. His voice got colder and more certain each time. My mother tried to calm him, but it didn’t help much.
He wasn’t finished. He threatened to lock me in a room, even though I was already trapped in the house, to isolate me even more. He said he would trace David’s phone number to find his location. Then, he told me, “Starting tomorrow, you’re gonna be just fine.”. It wasn’t reassurance, it was a threat. And then, the worst part, he said he would show me a picture of David’s dead body.
I kept crying all night long.
