Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

Fear Me, Love Me is a love letter to everyone who’s ever wanted the villain to get the girl.

Everything is wrong with me.

The rule that these boys have broken? I’m only allowed to bleed for him.

“I don’t even know why you like me. I’m a mess. I’m ruined.” Vivienne looks down at herself and her eyes suddenly fill with tears. I lick the tears from her cheeks. If an angel can look at a monster like me with so much softness in her heart, then that monster is going to make her believe she’s beautiful. “Like you? I don’t fucking like you. I’m obsessed with you.”

slowly back and forth. “We make perfect sense, angel. Don’t worry about anyone else. They’ll all get it through their thick skulls when my baby starts to show in your belly.” If Vivienne won’t ask for Barlow to get our family started, then I’ll fuck my own baby into her right now. Vivienne’s eyes fly open in alarm. “What did you just say? Tyrant, you can’t—” I thrust into her pussy with one swift movement. I can, and I fucking will.

“You’re not on any birth control. I know. I want it that way. I’m going to fuck my baby into you, Vivienne. Here. Now. If you fight me, I’ll hold you down and make you take it.”

I hope no young couples are making mistakes in the dorms around Henson University for the next week, or their babies are going to be courtesy of Tyrant Mercer.

The matter of my marriage and my future is settled. I’m having Vivienne or no one.

The painting is called The Wounded Deer, and it depicts a deer with Frida Kahlo’s head and antlers running through a forest. The deer’s chest and side are pierced with arrows.

I never cut so deep that there’s no going back.

“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”

Say the word, and I’ll make them bleed for you. If someone hurts you, I will make them suffer tenfold. Knives cut deep, but my obsession for you cuts deeper. Your pain doesn’t control you. I do.

I’m pregnant. I’m having Tyrant Mercer’s baby.

“I bled for you, angel. That’s a bigger debt than money, and I will be repaid in full for every last drop.”

“Oh, no. A little college nobody thinks I’m cringe. Hashtag sobbing.”

She wouldn’t let me save her, and I take that personally.

I fear him. I love him. I belong to him. Forever.