STORY STARTER
"I was just trying to be what you wanted."
Use this piece of dialogue to open a story surrounding a character who is struggling to meet someone's expectations.
Daddy Issues
He stares at the person before him. Or lack thereof. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw this. He did this just for her.
He washes the sticky red substance from his hands as he wonders when she will get here.
Maybe he should clean up a little bit before she gets here...
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The doorbell rings. Must be her. He stumbles to answer the door as quickly as possible.
"Stas." Gods, she's so beautiful. Honey hair that falls just past her shoulders, gorgeous big brown eyes, plump pink lips.
"What was so important that I needed to come over at _2 in the morning_?" She looked annoyed... Oh well, her mood will change when she's seen what he's done. Just for her.
"Conrad?" The tone in her voice told him that wasn't the first time she called his name.
"Yeah? Oh, yeah, of course, come in." He steps aside.
She walks inside and steps in the living room. He follows right behind her
She screams. It pierces his eardrums. Why is she so upset?
"Oh my god!" She backs up into him. "Oh my god..."
"Do you like it?" He asks, anticipating her answer.
"Oh my god, Conrad, did you... do this?"
"Yes. For you."
"For... Conrad, why.. How could you do this!?"
She stares at the mutilated body in front of her. The hands have been hacked off... The face was all scratched up.. Blood. Everywhere. It soaked through his clothes, onto the once pristine white carpet...
How... How could he have done this? Found him, even? It was almost impossible to tell that this is her father. Was. That this _was_ her father.
"What?" He cocked his head. Wasn't this what she wanted? He had been listening. She always talked about wanting a protective boyfriend, one that would fight for her, make her problems cease to exist. That's what he did. He found this man. Got rid of the one that made her life so painful, so difficult.
"Why, Conrad?" Her voice trembled, a tear escaping from her eye and sliding down her cheek. She turned to face him, couldn't stand looking at what used to be her father. "I don't understand..."
"I was just trying to be what you wanted."