The Games Played by My Heart

One day is all it took;

One day to count the votes. One day to declare the winner. One day to drop the bombs.

Now, we suddenly have one dictator.

My home was one of the first to be destroyed. Luckily, I wasn't there at the time, but my mother was. So was my father. And so was my brother.

I came back that day expecting to find my family, huddled around the dinner table, wearing many layers of clothing to keep warm. A plate of food for the four of us, and a new prayer written by my brother to say before we ate.

While others were spending millions to rig the elections, we were barely making ends meet with my one paycheck.

It also took one day for me to be left with nothing.

Next, I somehow find myself sleeping next to our dictator, with a ring on my finger. I examine the ring and wonder how this small thing, worth millions, fell into my finger, and how my vote fell towards the man I am sleeping next to.

This man reduced women to nothing. He said he would raise women higher.

This man killed my family. He said he would stop murder.

This man took away my life. He said he would give back.

This man is also the father of the fetus growing inside of me. The fetus that I found out about yesterday. The fetus that will never meet its father.

This game started the day we first met.

We met at one of his rallies, as I was a strong supporter. After the rally had ended, I started walking home, when suddenly a car pulled up next to me. The window was rolled down, and the man inside was none other than the dictator.

"Would you like a ride home?" he said. He sounded sincere, and my home was miles away, so I said yes to his offer.

"Were you at the rally?" he asked.

"Yes, it was quite the pleasure actually," I answered.

After about an hour of continuous conversation, he said, "I usually am not this informal, but you are one beautiful woman." He put his expensive car on autopilot and looked at me. I was blushing so hard, you could see it in the dark of night.

"Thank you," I said as a giggled and blushed even harder.

"Would it be okay if I kissed you?" he said. He didn't even wait for an answer as he kissed me gently on the lips. He then pulled away, and said, "Did you feel that too?"

The blush went away. I somehow did feel it. I felt like he was the love of my life. "Yes, I really did," I answered.

He learned where I lived, and spent millions so he could drop a bomb on it, just so that I would go to him.

When I had no one else, he was there.

When I had nothing else, he was there.

It won't be long now until he is gone.

I wish it could be different. I really do.

But it can't. And someone has to do what's right, no matter the consequences.