Thick As Blood {A Menendez Brothers Fic}

48. Sacrifice

Endless tears had flowed like a never ending waterfall upon my arrival at the Menendez mansion, the pure pain and suffering we have forever endured finally coming to a breaking point. The monsters would forever be a silent memory, one we would never fully forget. Holding onto Erik in utter despair and terror for what we all had come to do, I knew eventually we'd have to handle the situation at hand. This wasn't cold blooded killing, but more of a desperate effort to save our lives. We hadn't see any other way of escaping. And I'd forever tell myself that, no matter how haunting it became.

"I love you, Ana. I really do. Which is why you have to get out of here. Let Erik and I handle this. And we will come find you later, okay?" Lyle softly said in a way to semi comfort me at a time where I was at my lowest. Knowing what my father had found out earlier in the day that caused his insufferable anger to rise towards me, brought upon another wave of sadness. Our baby........ who didn't even get a chance at life. After we lost them, I felt utterly broken. I didn't want to talk about the baby at any given time because I knew it would result in endless tears. I had to act as if it never happened when at home, which was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

"Okay— I— I love you guys so much." I tearfully said with a tremendous amount of sadness overtaking me in the moment. Without caring whether it showed feelings or not, Lyle merely hugged me to him once Erik and I finally broke apart, holding me to his tall frame with as much love as he could muster. Crying into his chest before he lifted my chin up to gaze upon him, he hated how broken I looked, wishing he could take my pain away more than anything.

"More than anything......" He practically whispered to ignite such a feeling in my chest from his declaration. Slowly pulling away from one another, I managed to leave a kiss to Erik's more than trembling lips before taking my leave to shakily walk back to my respective home with absolutely no police in sight. No one was showing up as we had thought would occur. Having left our door ajar, the smoke from the living room had started to dissipate to where my fathers lifeless body was on full display, a sudden urge to throw up on the horizon.

"Oh sweetheart....... I—I'm so sorry this happened. I—I hope you know I'm going to make sure you will be okay." Showing me all the shells from the gun I had shot that she gathered up in my absence, she swiftly put them in her pocket while she had come up with a rather drastic and terrifying plan that would alter everything.

"Helen.....? What—" But she had quickly realized that I couldn't go to jail. Helen didn't want that for me. She wanted me free to enjoy my life without the burden of my father looming over me. She felt in her heart, that this was the right thing to do.

"Go to Terri's, go anywhere you possibly can for at least an hour. And when you come back, don't be alarmed. Everything will be okay. I promise you that, sweet girl." Lovingly hugging me in her more than motherly manner, I knew this was going to be a choice that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Having already gathered up my bag of blood stained clothing, she handed to me knowing I had to dispose of it somewhere it wouldn't be found. With a racing heart and troubled mind, I fled from the mansion without a second thought, doing exactly what Helen and Lyle told me I should do. I had to get out of here.
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(Santa Monica, California - Terri's House)
Having successfully disposed of the bag in question behind a random gas station I stopped at to refuel, I quickly made my way towards Terri's with my terrified mind set on trying to act calm and collected. I didn't understand how I was going to do that, but I had to. I had to see if Ava was safe. Slowly pulling up to her house, I noted the lights were on and her and her husbands cars were in the driveway. In a rather panicked manner, i immediately turned off the car and exited while sprinting up her walkway to knock on the front door.