I debated writing in here about my impressions from last night because it was difficult to digest.
I was really upset when I first found out they were going to interview Rodney Asshole L from the prison. I was scared, truthfully, but if you ever repeat that I'll deny it. Mr. Sweatpants is really the only one I can admit to that sometimes I'm scared.
His interview was crap, if you want to find out for yourself go to the www.ksdk.com web-site, do a search for Melissa Davis, and watch both interviews. His comes off pretty flaky, and I've heard from all my sources that he appeared to be desperate and pathetic, and definitely to be lying.
After watching that, I decided that today, I'd write him a letter.
Last night, after the interview. Rene' was sitting on my bed while I put the mask on. I had apologized for saying something rude to him earlier, and he said, "Missy, don't even worry."
I was laying there with my eyes closed with the mask on, listening to him talk about things, and he was stroking my hands.
I interrupted him and said, "Rene' I don't know if I'll ever come to peace with this. It's just too awful." He squeezed my hand and said, "I know Missy." I guess the tenderness in his voice opened up the floodgate because tears started streaming down my cheeks. All I could say was, "She didn't deserve it, she didn't do anything. My mom never hurt anyone." And I lay there and cried in the dark, mask and all. I don't think he really knew what to say, because he was quiet. I rarely cry for myself, I usually cry for my baby sister, who I see as the most affected. I cry for my mom. I rarely cry because I'm just sad about it. It's like admitting your pain in the most basic way, and admitting it cuts to the quick in your soul. I sobbed for a while; trying to keep tears from landing around my sleep mask so it wouldn't get wet and come undone. I told him I was tired of being alone, but I was afraid to go out and date.
After a while, Rene' got up and went into the living room to watch TV. I thought he stayed with me last night but sometime during the night I had a nightmare and woke up crying for him. I couldn't see him. I had the mask on though so, as when I try to talk at any time with it on, I couldn't speak clearly and calling him did not make him come. I knew though that without getting up that he was gone. I felt so very lonely in my house.
Last night, before bed, I wrote the letter to Rodney, basically saying, you're a pathetic, lying, loser and not to mention a baby-killing, raping, sodomizing, womanizing, killing predator and by the time I'm done, everyone will know. After I wrote it, I felt much better. I told him to not forget my face, because mine was the one keeping him in the clink. I also mentioned that he needs to stop blaming the crime on Billy Hayes, a homosexual cross-dressing drag queen, who duh, liked men. Not really the M.O. for someone who kills a woman and tries to kill her kids.
I told him that Billy Hayes on his worst day could never be like him, Rodney. I told Rodney that people didn't understand homosexuals back then but they do now. And even though I said Bill as a suspect name, we all have to remember I was dying slowly and told them that to let me go and pass on in peace. I could never remember Rodney's name because we met him once and the only time I saw him besides the first time is the day he broke in and began his slaughter.
I reminded him that though I said the name bill, that every time I saw the picture of Billy Hayes I said no. Simple fact is, I gave a sketch artist an idea of the suspects appearance and told the police he had four kittens, two girls, two boys, that Rodney's mother drank a lot and that we played at the park with animal heads next to his house.
My aunt and uncle saw the sketch and said, "That's Rod, Joann used to date him."
The detectives, after a month of driving us to parks and getting nowhere, took us to the park by Rod's house, which happened to have animal heads. I said, "This looks like the park." Well, it should be, it was the only one with animal heads in St. Louis.
Rod lived with his mom, and she had four kittens. Two males, two females.
Out of the ten suspects who took the lie detector, Rod failed.
His girlfriend bailed on him with an alibi after she found out he failed his polygraph.
He came into work 5 hours late that day.
His hair and skin were found under my dead mother's nails (but he swears he hadn't seen her for months).
And of course, I knew it was him;.
That bastard. He mentioned none of that evidence in his interview.
What did I expect???
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And by the way, as far as Mr. National Defense, oh, who am I kidding? Looks like N. has went A.W.O.L. from my radar. I havent' seen neither hide nor hair of that sexy swede since he left. Email doesn't cut it bro.
2:54 p.m. - 2003-06-25
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