We hate Parents

3. the friendly Giant

TW: Menton of murder, Abusive parents

I kept going with them when they had their presentations again.

Holden and Bill also started questioning some more criminals and to my surprise, with some of them, I was allowed to come with them.

The worst one was definitely Jerome Brudos.

Holden had the great idea to bring him a 'present' if he behaved.

Brudos jerked off in front of us.

I was so shocked and I would love to say, I just forgot it but I can't get this scene out of my head.

But all in all it was extremely interesting to listen to all of them telling their stories but none of them fascinated me as much as Kemper did and I actually genuinely really wanted to see him again.

And one day, my wish came true.

Bill didn't really want to talk to Kemper again but Holden seemed to can't get enough of Ed.

So we were on the road again, driving around California, making a quick stop at the jury room to eat and drink and chat a little with some police officers.

The next day was the day.

We were sitting in the same room again but this time, Bill 'allowed' me to sit next to them and not on another table far away so nothing would happen.

We waited for the guard to bring Kemper in and as I saw the tall man at the door I got a little nervous again.

I always got nervous when these murderers were about to walk into the room but when Edmund Emil Kemper walked in I felt something else rise in my body too.

I didn't quite know what it was but it wasn't fear or something bad. It actually felt good. I was kind of excited to see the giant but in some weird way.

Bill, Holden and I stood up and greeted Ed who shook each of our hands.

He hesitated again a little when he looked down at me, before taking my small hand into his massive one.

"Nice to see you again, Rebecca.", he said kindly before he released my hand from his and sat down in front of us.

Holden and Ed started some small talk and I and Bill listened until Holden said:"So, Ed, I would actually like you to tell Bill what you told me the other day, when he wasn't here, about your mother."

Ed's face changed a little. He looked annoyed. Not at Holden but at the mention of his mother.

"My mother..", he nearly growled. He let his gaze fall onto the desk, then at me and then onto Bill.

"Well you see, Bill. Even as a child, I had kind of a rich fantasy life.", he began talking and told Bill about his Childhood and teenage years where he started cutting up his sisters' dolls.

"And my Mother would yell and scream at me, tell me I was sick.", he said while he put his right foot onto his left knee. His chains and cuffs rattled and I had to stop myself from staring too intently at his massive hands.

I looked up into his face just to see that he was looking at me, with a somewhat amused grin.

Then he turned his attention back on Bill.

"She thought I was going to do something hideous one day."

"What did she think you were going to do?", Holden asked.

"I guess... rape my sisters or something...", he said melancholy.

"Uhm- How old were you at that time..?", I asked cautiously.