blame it on the rain-monsters: the lyle and erik menendez story.

chapter 5.

Due to pure coincidence, Erik and Rose had entered into the same tournament. Rose played for the girls, Erik played for the boys. Both of their families were in attendance, minus Lyle Menendez. There is footage of Rose testifying that something did happen this day that made her question Jose Menendez more than before. I will show that at the end.

3RD POV.

1987.

Rose anxiously tapped her foot against the clay ground, nerves striking her deep. Courtney placed a hand on her daughter's back.

"Don't give up, Rose. You start getting down, you get the hell back up. You're a Bishop. We don't quit. We finish." Rose nodded, understanding each word being said to her.

Eileen Bishop sat in the crowd, dressed in all Nike gear. Tank top, visor, shorts and shoes. Her sunglasses of course were Fendi. It was a luxury to be a model. She eyed her younger sister through her sunglasses.

She nodded affirmatively as Rose stood, ready to take on her opponent.

Diana Rooney. She was more experienced in the tournament field than Rose was, but Roses serve was undeniably better.

Rose held her pink tennis racket in hand, her baby blue sports top and tennis skirt a small contrast. Her two favorite colors.

Rose had first serve. She stood behind the line, and released a slow breath.

She raised her racket high, the green felt ball in her hands feeling light as a feather. She threw the ball, and snapped her arm downward.

It was like a bullet hitting Diana's racket.

It launched back at Rose, who immediately swung the ball deep into the corner.

Diana was too slow. Point for Bishop.

The game carried on. Rose took the first set. Everyone in the crowd was impressed, but also not surprised. Her mom was a legend in the 60s.

Erik watched from across the court he was practicing on. Rose was good. She'd make it to the finals. He could see her now, standing on the first place podium and biting her golden medal. One of many, he thought.

And he was right. Rose took the first game. She advanced. He smiled, but it dropped at a terrible realization. His game was next.

Rose walked up to her sister, her mother in tow. Eileen stood, hugging her little sister.

"You did so good! You've got this in the bag." Eileen exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. Rose grinned and thanked her before sitting down.

"Is Erik next?" Eileen asked, biting into an apple she had packed into her bag.

"Yes. I'm excited to watch." Rose knew how much passion Erik played with. He was good.

The game began, and immediately Erik had fumbled. His shots were wonky and predictable. Rose cringed, but still cheered and clapped for him nonetheless.

Jose was pissed. Right as Erik was going to serve, Jose stood. He screamed and scolded Erik in front of everyone.

The crowd was dead silent. All you could hear was Jose's voice booming through the stadium. Screaming about how Erik is pathetic and stupid.