Many times, my brother and I would come home to see a bicycle lock on the fridge. Sad wasn’t the right word. We realize now, there was barely any food in that fridge anyways. One day my brother and decided to do the one thing that would piss off our abusers but I didn’t understand the meaning at the time – I thought it to be hunger based.
I took, with my brother’s help, the entire door off of the refrigerator, with a screwdriver. We messed about, made sure the refrigerator was tampered with by our hands and I put the door back on the fridge.
Parents were stunned and actually laughed at how we managed to get into the fridge. They turned our torture into a game but the joke was on us.