A Word Has Many Meanings

Failure

  This story is based off of the word failure. Warnings that apply: Strong language, self hatred.

He sighed as he watched her throw anything she touched at the wall. He didn't even flinch at her screams of rage. He knew she wasn't happy, and he knew there was something deeply wrong.

However, he'd been unsuccessful in getting the girl to open up and let him know what was wrong.

"You need to stop throwing things. You're gonna break something." He pointed out, crossing his arms and staring her down from his position in the doorway of her room.

He watched her glare at him, her chest heaving from all the yelling she'd done in the last half hour of her tantrum.

"Why should I do anything you tell me to? It's not like you give a fuck about anything I do!" She shouted at him, mirroring his pose and crossing her own arms.

"Because you and I both know that if you break something, we'll have to replace it and we don't have the extra money to spend on repairing things that were perfectly fine until you got to them." He replied, arching an eyebrow at his daughter.

He was concerned when her face went from anger to a mix between pain and upset.

"Yes, because I'm such a monster! I destroy everything I fucking touch! Go ahead and admit it! You regret adopting such a...Such a failure!" She cried, covering her face.

The room fell silent, both parties thinking over the words left in the air.