All Too Well - Erik Menendez

Lion And His Prey [18+]

Beverly Hills. CA. 1988.

Whispers POV:

"So go be with Lyle then!" His blue eyes are crystal oceans, the color reflecting in the liquid before they trickle down his cheeks.

I hate that I'm hurting him, I hate myself for using his vulnerabilities and insecurities against him. But he can't think that he can just get away with all of this. He's hurt me and now he's lying to me, giving me his typical bullshit excuses.

"I will." I face away and find myself walking towards the door. My anger doesn't simmer though, in fact it gets worse and it forces the next set of words to tumble out of me.

I turn to face him. "Lyle won't even be in California soon and I'm absolutely done with you now. Good luck being by yourself."

His lips part slightly, but nothing comes out. I run out of there and down the stairs as quick as I can, accidentally bumping into Lyle as I reach the foyer.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice is concerned as he bats his eyes to me.

"I have to go, just please go see Erik."

I make myself out of the Menendez household before succumbing to the range of my emotions. Guilt eats at me for how I've been to Erik. But I'm so fucking upset because so early on, I somehow believed that we would have a future together. I know that seems silly; we're only young and our time knowing each other is short. But he gave me an identity outside of being little-miss-perfect-full-time-student-always-punctual-always-perfect.

He made me feel things, wish for things, look forward to things, that I never have before. I'm so used to my life being organized, I'm so used to things falling so perfectly in front of me.

Erik Menendez' entire world has turned mine upside down, the contrast of us ever-clear. He's a mystery, a type of person I'll never understand. This persona he's shown me hasn't matched with his actions that have presented themselves to me.

My parents have always taught me the foundation for any respectable human interaction is honesty. Something I thought he was filled with, I see now that the concept is entirely foreign to him.

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Eriks POV:

The past few days have been anxiety-provoking to say the least. After Whisper left that day, I've not heard from her since. I attempted to call her a few times even though I felt sickly from the words she spat that has haunted me everyday since. Good luck being by yourself.

Every call has went unanswered. I've always struggled with letting go of hope, mostly because I have a hard time acquiring it. So when I finally believe something good is destined to happen, I hold it; perhaps I strangle it. I wrap my entire being so strenuously around it. A paragon of desperation.

That's what Whisper was; hope. Hope I could be normal, feel normal. Hopeful that I could have someone by my side, through every sun and storm. Hopeful I wasn't made of scars to the extent I was unlovable. Hopeful that the voices planted by my father, were just simply that, voices. Nothing of any substance. Letting go of all that hope, I don't think I can.

So every morning, and every night. I call her. Hoping that one time, just one, the line will connect. And I'll hear her voice and I'll apologize, and apologize, and apologize. Hoping she can forgive me for letting her down. I want to blame my father, but I can only blame myself.

I should've been strong and went to see her regardless of my fathers actions. But I didn't, because like he always says; I'm a coward. I'm weak.

Lyle comforted me for a while after she left, he gave me a lecture on how 'You can't try kiss a girl when she's upset" and 'You can't tell a girl that you're nauseous all the time. I know you are, I've rubbed your back too many times when you've been vomiting, but girls don't understand that stuff". Both his lectures I find hard to understand. I was upset, I was nauseous. Obviously I don't disclose the reason why. But what was I supposed to say?