A Daughter's Love by, Tehja

I walk up to a pair of steel doors and a red beam from the wall reaches out and scans my eyeball. The scanner beeps and the steel doors slowly open revealing the Revolution Rebels’ hangout. It’s a light room lit up with computer screens ad desktops and all other different tech equipment. The Rebels all smile at me and greet me with hugs and kisses. “Alicia!” The leader Wayne says excitedly as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me the tightest. “How was the Oval Office?” He pulls away from hug and flashes his bright, white teeth at me.

“It was fine. Security didn’t question me on why I had to go to the Office. The government still has no clue.” I answer.

“Good,” Wayne says with a satisfied look on his face. Then he winks at me and I chuckle. “Did you grab the documents?” I nod and pull them out of my bag and hand them over to him. “Thanks Beautiful.” My cheeks turn red.

I walk over to the wide desk that is covered with all of the advanced technologies to do anything that’s needed in the cyber world. I look at the big screen that views the security cameras that observe the White House. I look down at Jonathan sitting at the desk, intensely working at the controls. “Is everything a go?” I ask.

“It sure is.” Jonathan says. “Everything is set and ready to go.” Then he swivels his chair to me face me, with a worried look on his face. “Are you sure about this?” I look at him puzzled and nearly upset.

“Of course I’m sure! He’s corrupted our government and society and started horrific genocides-”

“He’s still your father.” He scans my eyes, trying to find any remorse in my soul.

“He’s the president and he has to be killed. A monster like him shouldn’t live, and definitely shouldn’t rule. Are you having doubts, John?” My black eyes burn into his, trying to find the answer to a potentially devastating question.

“I wanna kill the man as much as you do but, I know the possible emotional damage it might cause you and it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“The damage is already done.”  

I walk into the lounge in the back of the hangout and sit on the red couch and let out a sigh. Then I snatch a stack a paper from the coffee table and start looking through it. It’s reports of wars, genocides, chemical warfare, deals with corrupted political figures, and the laws that he’s going to put in place to create segregation between groups of people based on their eye color. He’s going to destroy the world and I can’t let that happen.

The next night I walk into the Oval Office again and I see my father working on the edits of the Re-Declaration of Independence as he sits at his polished desk. He’s wearing a navy blue sharp suit and a metallic silver tie, bought with the money he made from the last few wars he’s planted. He looks up at me and flashes a fake smile. He acts like he’s the nicest guy in the world, but behind the facade is the pure shadows of evil that lie underneath his skin. He’s full of destruction, chaos, and the sacrifice for humankind in return for ultimate power. “Hey Sweetie, how was your day?” he asks.

“It was pretty good.” I answer as I look around the room. “I, um, read a lot.”

“I’m glad you’re being more academic, you definitely weren’t like that in your schooling days.” I chuckle lightly to avoid awkward silence. “So, what made you stop by?” I finally look at him. Then I shrug carelessly.

“I just wanted to see my father, we haven’t had any one on one time in a while.”

I glance over at the other paperwork on his desk and see more signatures approving conquering and destroying other innocent countries. Another document for the segregation law has a stamp of approval from the House of Representatives. A pain sears in my chest as my heart gets ignited by the wreckage of my father and I’s relationship and how he deceived me… again. He’s terminating our people, the same people we’re supposed to serve and protect.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and my father continues to work. I take my pone out of my pocket and read the text: ‘ready’ it reads. I stuff my phone back in my pocket and I stand in front of his desk. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Then I open my eyes and I pull the long barrel gun from inside my leather jacket. I hold it up to my own father’s forehead. He looks at me in complete shock and fear as tears well up in his eyes. “A-a-alicia?” my father asks, his voice is cracked as vulnerability falls from his lips. He knows what he’s done and what has to happen next. “My Baby Girl?”

Tears fall from my eyes as I look down at the butterfly necklace he gave me when I was little… before he was corrupt… before he was a complete monster. I sniffle and wipe my tears away but they just keep falling down my face and drowning my cheeks. The tears carry the hatred, love, and disloyalty I feel towards him. Why did he have to be this way? Why did he have to kill innocent people and be so power hungry? Why did he have power? Why did he change? Why did he betray me? Why do I have to kill my own father? Why do I have to kill my own blood?

But he put me in this situation! It has to be done. Someone has to do it. I was the closest one to him and I would be the most successful person to complete the job. If he weren’t so unethical I wouldn’t have to be in this situation. We wouldn’t have to be in this situation. I look into my father’s pleading eyes, trying to pull the trigger. Why is this so hard? It’s for the greater good, right? I have to do this. I have to do this. I have to do this. I have to do this. I have to do this. I have to do this. “I love you so much Butterfly. Just don’t forget that.” My father whispers. I nod and sniffle.

“I know.” I say, trying my hardest to keep the gun raised.

Then thirty security guards bust into the room, guns in hand, yelling different commands at me, but my father and I still have our eyes locked. This is my last time I get to see him. “I love you too.” I whisper loud enough for only my father to hear. My grip on the trigger becomes tighter. “This has to be done.” A gun shot fires off….