Viewpoint exercise #3

This one made me kinda sick when I wrote it. I’m trying to fulfill the exercises while keeping it interesting. Thus, the bizzarity. So here’s the assignment: Write a scene from the omniscient viewpoint, going into as many viewpoints as you wish, and include a universal truth that you as author wish to convey. (Think Tolstoy and Hugo’s style with the loooong essays in between the action.)

A question to consider, dear reader. Why are some women attracted to violent men? Perhaps the female’s choice is based on inexperience—simple uneducated innocence. If on extricating herself from an abusive relationship every battered woman forever avoided dangerous males as bedfellows, this would be a plausible theory. Or could it be that she did not perceive the problem until it was too late. If that is so, what about the women who go on in marriages for years full of wall-slamming memories and threats? They stay because that male fulfills an empty place in every woman’s soul for a man. They stay because they want love the way other men love their wives or girlfriends, unconditionally. They stay because they think someday he’ll change. But he never changes. He only destroys her more each day.
Krystal had always known Fred. In him was her father, her first boyfriend. Did they create or feed her weakness? Did they deny her worth or did they stifle an inherently damaged soul? Krystal can no longer remember the details anyway. She sat on the deep leather sofa and rocked herself as she cried. She hadn’t meant for him to kill his wife. She knew she was his prisoner now, he had killed for her. That made her an accomplice.
Fred felt exhausted. It had only taken a few shoves of Laina’s head against the wall before she fell unconscious. Must have been a stud behind the wall. Too bad he couldn’t find them so easy when he wanted to hang a picture. He let her lay on the floor while he took the shower she had tried to stop. No one tells me what to do in my castle, he thought. Then when she still hadn’t moved after he got out, the horrible truth dawned on him. He had kicked her for being so stupid as to up and die on him. Now as he glowered at Krystal’s crazy hysterics, he just felt tired all over. He wanted to take a nap, but knew he’d better figure out what to do with the body. First, he needed some clothes.