Bitter Yet Sweet

#11 in Spiritual 8/15/18

"You are a pawn" With the head being low, chin touching collar bone. Hair splattered all over my face, hiding me away from the man before me who looks at me with mysterious cold green orbs.

'You are a pawn'

The sentence repeats again, just mere words that came out of his mouth shattered the trembling heart which was already bleeding from the past month.

"O'Darling, you don't see it. They played games with you. Your-" I shake my head, the tears stinging my sensitive cheeks. Refusing to believe the words muttering out his mouth, everything hurt and the truth was harsh, which I refused to believe.

I shiver at the touch of his. The roughness of his hand against my cheek. His hand cupped the right side of my face. I dare not look at him, unable to meet his gaze which would only cause me to break down.

"It's a pleasure to see you cry. Hear me, you are a pawn, Played by everyone. Your mother, Bella, Lucian, Anderson, and even me. We have played you in our games." I swallow hard.

"And you know what happens to pawn when something strikes them. They fall as if they are worthless. Now tell me, Lydia. What role do you have in our lives?"

His words are piercing through me, cutting each part of my heart. The gut-wrenching pain rushes through me as I acknowledge his words and realizes that he was and has been always right.

"I-i am worthless to everyone."