Puppet by Londyn Quinn

He calls me a puppet, but I’m the one pulling the strings.
I am a Hawthorne. He is an Iazetti.
Oil and water, we were never meant to mix.
We did, once upon a time,
When it was forbidden and dangerous.
That time has passed,
And the stakes are even higher,
But anger and rejection still fester deep in my soul.
Xander Iazetti used to be my everything,
And then he yanked it all away like the monster he is.
Thanks to my controlling father, my life is no longer my own.
I’m now a pawn in a very deadly game,
A game everyone except me knows how to play.
I’ve lost so much, shed my last tear.
Now it’s my turn to win.