Zombie, from Ian’s perspective

One of my readers posed an interesting question on my last post. I would suggest going and reading that, as this post is the same story from the “bad guy’s” perspective. I have to say, it was pretty hard writing from that perspective, as I wrote that particular character to be as inhuman as possible, but this is my stab at it. So without further adieu:

The rage was the worst. Whenever he saw her with them, all he could see was red, and Ian couldn’t understand why. He knew she wasn’t cheating him, knew she would never do anything to hurt him, yet as he slapped her across the face for the fourth time that night, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was going crazy. He knew she deserved so much better, but it was like she was the life raft and churning ocean all at the same time. He knew he couldn’t live with her, but was terrified to let her go. Not that she would have left anyways.

If there was anything that Sarah craved most, it was the love and acceptance of everyone around her. He knew she thought it was her fault that he beat her, and he used that to his advantage. Her parents had never given her the praise she needed or deserved, so she went looking for it wherever she could, even if that meant staying in a relationship that she should have run from a long time ago.

Six weeks after that night, she came to him in tears. He couldn’t figure out if it was because she was terrified of him or of what he was capable of. She was pregnant, and there was no doubt it was his. As much as he wanted to beat her, he held back. There was no point beating her now, and it was mostly his fault anyways. He had told her to stop taking the birth control, and even though she didn’t want kids, she obeyed. Why she listened to him in the first place was beyond Ian.

She begged him to go to an anger management class for the sake of the baby, but he refused. It took every last ounce of his strength to not beat her for that, but he resisted. He knew that above all else, that baby needed to be healthy, and beating her wasn’t going to help. Instead, he started monitoring her even more closely, even telling her she couldn’t have a baby shower. He knew it was stupid, knew that her friends would hate him even more, but he didn’t care. If he couldn’t physically hurt her, he was going to turn her into the lifeless shell everyone already thought she was. Night after night, she would cry herself to sleep. He knew he’d achieved his goal when she didn’t cry anymore.

Ian forbade Sarah’s friends and family from coming to the hospital when she gave birth. For once, she didn’t complain. He told them that if they came, he would hurt the baby. The only one who even put up a fight was Lindsey. She saw right through him, saw right through the front he put up that kept everyone else away, from looking too closely. But Lindsey had problems of her own, so she couldn’t keep as close an eye on Ian and Sarah as she would have liked, and he used that to his advantage. He knew that if she came, they would have words at the very least. He prided himself in the fact that if need be, he could take her.

What he hadn’t counted on was how much Lindsey hated him. When she saw him in the grocery store by himself, she walked right up to him and punched him, knocking him out cold. He would go home that night and beat Sarah with Samantha in the next room, screaming. The baby’s cries just egged him on. When Sarah called Lindsey the next day, it was to tell her to never call her again. He hadn’t expected it to be that easy, but with one punch, Lindsey had managed to achieve what Ian had been trying to achieve for the last three years. Sarah had cut herself off from virtually everyone she knew.

The night Ian came home to find her packing caught him off guard. She had loaded the baby up in the car, but hadn’t realized what time it was. She was closing the last suitcase when he came barreling through the door, baseball bat in hand. The first swing hit her across the back. He laughed when he heard her spine crack and watched her crumple to the floor, unable to move.  He saw the terror on her face when she realized he  was going to kill her. He grinned. He considered drawing it out, making her suffer, but in a moment of clarity, he realized he’d already killed her in every other way, so his last swing was at her head. He didn’t miss.

The neighbors had heard the commotion and had called the police. He heard the sirens as he carried the bat out to the backyard to wash it off. He was going to need it for his game on Saturday and thought people would talk if there was blood splattered all over it. As the police knocked on the door, he opened it and told them where they could find her body. He didn’t put up a fight as three officers tackled him to the ground and hand cuffed him.

 

When the detective walked in, Ian just smiled. He had one more request before they locked him up forever. He knew the best attorney in the world couldn’t save him, so he waived his right to counsel. He said he would admit to the murder, admit to every last thing he had done to Sarah if he could just attend the funeral and hold Samantha one last time. He knew they wouldn’t say no.

When Lindsey walked up to him at the funeral, he could tell she wanted to hurt him in any way possible. He knew he was the only person Lindsey had ever really hated, that he was the only person she wished she could hurt. It didn’t help that it was written all over her face, but he decided to fuck with her some more.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed at him as she made her way to pay her last respects.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m here to honor the memory of my wife,” he said, an evil grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Seeing as how you were the one to put her in that coffin, I really don’t think you have any right to ‘honor her memory,’” Lindsey said as she walked away.

He could see the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. It made him smile to know he had caused her pain, and he didn’t understand why. As the armed guard shuffled him off to the squad car, he smiled as he realized that his work here was done.

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