Thick As Blood {A Menendez Brothers Fic}

22. Middle Of The Night

I knew tonight's announcement of my father being awarded such a prestigious honor, was going to turn into a horrid party tomorrow night that I dreaded more than anything. He wanted me to sleep with his friends son. This, was simply a punishment he wanted to throw upon me for being so..... so "wicked". Something he's called me on numerous occasions. I knew that he'd find out one way or another if I'd gotten the job done, he always did. It's sickening to think he would even remotely think of his own daughter doing such an act of lust.

"Sissy? Do we have to go to that party for daddy tomorrow? I don't think we should....." Ava suddenly proclaimed once she had entered my room after getting changed into her pajamas for the night. Wrapped in her little, pink blanket mom had gotten her when she was just a baby, she emerged further into the room until she was sitting on my bed.

"You know that's not an option, bug. Sissy has to go. Otherwise...... well. You know it won't be good." She simply looked at my sadness filled eyes from the full length mirror in the corner of my room that I've used a massive amount of times since living here in this place I like to call hell on earth. Could we escape? No. Not really. He'd search the ends of the earth to find us. Especially me. I couldn't be free.

"Can Stacey come? She could help us. Daddy usually doesn't act so mean around her." That's because "daddy" thinks she's smoking hot, being the one friend he's actually approved of me having. But yet, Erik and Lyle aren't good for me, he says on a daily basis. He knows the nature of Erik and i's relationship. He knows we aren't just friends. I haven't tried to hide it these past few months because I simply don't want to. But yet, he wants me to sleep with his clients sons. But to mention he's Lyle's age? Is a bit odd.

"Sure. I'll call her tomorrow." Was all I said, before turning to a slightly smiling Ava, only trying to make me feel better. She's the sweetest, and smartest 6 year old I've ever met. Being 12 years older than her, I feel such a motherly way about her. I always have. Even when I was a mere child myself, and still trying to figure out my life. I just can't let anything happen to her.

"Girls? What are you still doing up? It's time to go to bed, and be ready for tomorrow. No games." Father suddenly said once he entered the room without knocking, not caring if I had been naked or not. Sicko.

"Goodnight sissy, daddy." Ava suddenly ran over to give me the biggest hug she could muster, before taking her leave to her room just right next to mine. That left me with the devil himself. And fear utterly shattering me. Walking over to the closed doors leading to my balcony, I could see Erik and Lyle in their backyard with such serious looks about them, in the heat of a conversation.

"Now Ana, you know you won't be getting out of tomorrow. You have a job to do. And you won't make me look like a fool. You will do what I say. The sons name is Caleb. He has a girlfriend. But, could easily be persuaded by someone like you. He's the type to fuck anything." I leaned against the doors with a sigh escaping me, his eyes searching mine with no remorse for his actions present. And that being because he doesn't care what he puts me through. As long as he gets what he wants.

"Dad..... why are you doing this?" Without warning, he stalked over to me as if I was his prey, his hand quickly wrapping around my neck in an instant with such force, that I was already losing breath.

"Because I can. YOU, are MY PROPERTY. And you will learn to respect MY wishes!!" He quickly shoved me, harshly against the glass of the doors, my head practically bouncing off in an instant with his hand leaving my neck. Coughing and falling to my knees, tears began to cascade down my cheeks from the pure anger littering my brain. The slam of my door was enough of an indicator to know what would happen if I didn't listen.

"Fuck you....." I whispered into the semi darkened room I didn't even feel safe in. Because that was completely impossible in this house. Finally able to stand to my feet, I looked once more out the doors, seeing they were gone. But wanted them here more than anything, having Erik holding me until I felt semi normal for once. Like our relationship could actually be a thing without being punished for it. And Lyle, who felt like the ultimate protector of us all.

"I hate you..." I whispered into the air once more, turning away from my balcony doors to head to the bathroom to clean my face, knowing my neck was also probably covered in his hand lining. It wouldn't be the first time. He first did it when I was 10, nearly causing me to pass out, all because I wasn't doing well in school.

"Well, good luck hiding this for the party." I immediately said to myself with a slight nod of approval that maybe, just maybe, this could be shown as a sign that my father isn't all he seems to be. It would certainly show bruising. But, I know him. He'd simply say I did wicked things to receive those marks if someone asked. Meaning, sexual endeavors with someone who got real hands on during.

"Ana..... your neck." I jumped a little from Erik's face coming into view in the mirror, turning towards him and immediately hugging him with all my might.

"Erik, I'm apparently only property to him. And this? This is his way of showing that. And I know his way of thinking. He did it to make me look like a whore. Like it happened during sex." We slowly pulled apart for him to fully examine my neck, noting how hard he'd truly choked me. And he looked utterly pissed.

"One. I would never do something like that to you. And secondly? No other guy is going to put their hands on you." He slowly led me out of the bathroom and to the now open balcony doors, noting a gleaming light in their backyard.

"What's that....?" I slightly smiled from how beautiful the sight of it is. Gleaming, red and pink lights with such beautiful roses and tulips lining a whole area of their backyard, the same flowers my mom and I used to get all the time. And..... our favorite colors.

"Remember when I said I had a surprise for you?" His arms had softly wrapped around my waist while I leaned over the railing to admire the pure beauty of it all, his chin resting atop my shoulder to look over as well. Tears stung my eyes from the mere gesture, not used to anyone treating me with such kindness. Love.

"Erik..... it's so beautiful." I said through my tears, my heart completely fluttering at this point. In that moment, I knew more than ever that I love him with every fiber of my being. That through all the madness, I was finally given someone that I could never lose. I simply wouldn't allow it.