Today, my father came home around 7 p.m. My mother, cousin Nikita, and Princy were present at the house. My father came to my room and asked Nikita to leave. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me. I asked him to let go, but he dragged me to the living room. He told me that some pictures of my mother undressed had surfaced. I didn’t know anything about them and said so. Then he played an audio recording and asked if it was my voice. It was an AI-generated audio of me, created by my teacher to help me seek police assistance. I didn’t know what to say, as I had given David permission to use my audio, so I said yes. He then asked how I recorded it. I didn’t reply and looked down at the floor. Suddenly, he slapped me out of nowhere. My left ear went silent. I couldn’t hear anything from my left ear afterward. I was shocked, as I hadn’t expected the slap at all. Feeling it was unfair and that I hadn’t done anything wrong, I tried to slap him back, but he stopped me before I could hit him and became violent.
He started hitting me repeatedly. At one point, he pushed my face into the sofa. I tried to fight back but couldn’t. He then grabbed a broomstick and started hitting me with it. He pushed me, and both my mother and I fell to the floor. My mother urged me to go to my room, so I went inside and sat there. Upset and feeling I didn’t deserve any of this, I started cussing at him. He grew more violent, grabbed a floor wiper, and began hitting me with its rod. My cousin Nikita started crying, so my father told her to go to another room. He left but returned and started provoking me, recording me with a video camera. He said things to upset me, but I initially stayed silent. He kept provoking me, and I wanted him to leave, so I cussed again, saying, “Get out, motherfucker.” That’s exactly what he wanted. He kept the video to use against me.
He went out and sent a video to my teacher cussing him and telling him how he has snatched my phone away.
After a while, they asked me to see a doctor, but I refused to go with my father. Nikita convinced me it was necessary, warning that I might lose my hearing completely, so I agreed. Nikita, my mother, Uncle Nitin, Driver Rishipal, and I went to Dr. Amit Bansal, an ENT specialist at RDM ENT Centre near Vijay Collection, in a car. I realized my father was following on a scooter. At the clinic, the doctor said my left eardrum was completely ruptured, with significant swelling, and it would be tested tomorrow to determine if surgery was needed. He said it would take 1.5 months to heal properly. I asked the doctor to help me report the crime, but he refused, saying, “Will you really file a report against your father?” He added, “I can only give you the report.” I will find out more about my ear tomorrow.
