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

chapter 8.

1995.

"I'd never lie for someone for murder—regardless of how much I love them."

"Rosealine, you admitted to it openly on the phone. And you got caught." Leslie stared at her new defendant, a cigarette in between her fingers.

Rosealine rolled her eyes.

"This is bullshit."

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?" Leslie asked her, sounding like her mother.

Rose cringed at the thought of eating the nasty food and communal showers. She wanted to barf. She was already in prison, and had only drank the milk there. She couldn't stomach anything else there. The communal showers were already hell enough for her. She wanted to die at the mention of spending the rest of her life there. She was only in her twenties. 24, to be exact. She was new to prison and living as a prisoner.

"No." She sighed out.

"Then get your shit together. You know you lied for them. You know they called you the night they shot their parents and you definitely know that you raced over there."

Roses head fall back in annoyance before she looked back at Leslie.

"You're right," She sighed out again. "I lied."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Why the hell do you think I did it?"

August 12th, 1989. Eight days before the murders.

In celebration of Rosealine making it into Princeton, Craig invited the brothers and Rosealine out to a party. Who could say no to that?

Of course they went. And of course, when someone asked Rosealine to go skiing she very enthusiastically agreed.

"Let's go, bitch!" The blonde headed girls whose name she really couldn't remember—grabbed her hand and lead her through the sea of people filling the living room and hallways.

The speakers were so loud that the vibrations of the music went to the floor as Rose followed the girl that had a death grip on her hand.

"I'm Gonna Miss You" by Milli Vanilli blared through the house.

"I'm gonna miss you baby
Givin' all my love I feel for you
Just another player in your game or two
You're leavingggg."

The blonde pulled Rose into the only open bathroom. Roses eyebrows furrowed as she closed the door with a giggle, before sticking her hand down between her breasts.

Rose made a face of confusion, watching the girl  dig around before pulling out a little baggie with white powder and a credit card.

She grinned, holding it up to Rose.

"Do you have a dollar?" She asked, trying to evenly distribute two lines out on the marble counter.

Rose thought she meant literal skiing.

Rose blinked. She was drunk. She knew she was. But she wasn't that drunk.

"Uh..." The blonde looked back at Rose as she separated the lines, her eyebrows raised as she looked at her in anticipation.

Rose just awkwardly shuffled out of the bathroom, nearly falling over her own feet.