Beloved

"All I ever wanted was to make papa proud..."
She muttered as she stared at the dull white wall she had painted over the pale pink that little her would have wanted. Wondering how she always wanted to do something with it to liven it up.

He scoffed as he leaned on the dull wall, "You didn't. Lucky for you, you're his only daughter. He has no choice but to accept you into the organization.You know, with all that training one might think that you're actually capable of firing a bullet through someone's head. Guess not."

He turned to walk out the door. "You think just because my papa adores you that he'll welcome you with open arms to take over his place? Think again asshole."

He didn't even bother to look at me while he spoke, "If not me, who? You? I don't think he's excited about the fact that you're a failure, princess."

With those words he walked out and closed the door behind him. And that was when she realized how lively her wall would look if his blood decorated it.