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August 1989
Erik still had the rifle in his hand, pointed at his father. Lyle had practically mashed his skull. 'Shoot first, I don’t want you to back down'. His brother had told him just before entering the house. And so he did. His eyes were wide, his hands shaking and he was breathing hard. They had really done it. They had succeeded. After months and months of planning in great detail, they had finally killed their parents.
Lyle had gone back to the car to get the ammunition and reload the rifle to give the final blow of grace to his mother dying on the carpet. A large red stain was slowly spreading beneath her. The expensive white alcantara sofa was stained with blood and bits of brain belonging to Josè. Erik felt like vomiting.
He threw the rifle on the ground and walked away from the crime scene. When Lyle returned, he loaded the gun and shot his mother repeatedly until she breathed her last breath.
He had a completely indifferent expression and no emotion whatsoever. He looked at Kitty’s lifeless body and wrinkled his nose in disgust. He swallowed proudly, putting the rifle on his shoulder and walking toward his brother. He grabbed him violently by the hem of his white polo shirt and dragged him out of the living room.
He carried him up the stairs. Erik was completely blank and scared, in disbelief at what they had just done. Lyle kicked open the bathroom door and threw the rifle to the floor.
He began to undress quickly.
‘What…what are you doing?’ Erik stammered. Lyle didn’t answer and continued to undress.
‘We have to get rid of these clothes, Erik. We have Mom and Dad’s blood on our hands. We can’t go out like this. Hurry up, hurry up.’ Hesitant and shaking, Erik began to undress. He was scared shitless. He had yet to realize what had just happened. He began to slowly unbutton the buttons of his polo shirt. His fingers were shaking so badly he couldn’t grasp the button.
‘Christ, Erik. leave it to me!’ he yanked his brother towards him again and began to undress him, pulling off his polo, undoing his belt, and taking off his pants. It was something he had done many times before, on very different occasions, before that.
He had touched him many times with those hands that, until a few moments before, had been holding a hunting rifle. Those hands that until that very morning had been delicately touching his body, caressing him, had just taking their parents' life.
Erik found himself completely naked in front of his brother, naked too. They stared into each other’s eyes. Lyle grabbed his face and kissed him violently and possessively. Erik kissed him back, without hesitation.
‘I fucking love you. I fucking love you so much.’ He said, pulling away from that intense kiss, resting his forehead on Erik’s. He smiled.
‘I’m scared, Lyle. I’m scared they’ll catch us. I’m scared I’ll lose you.’
‘I’ll take care of everything, my love. It’s you and me now. That’s all we wanted, right? Ever since Mom and Dad found out, remember? Both of us against the world. Forever. We probably won’t even be in the will, and when we find it, we’ll destroy it… but in the meantime, we'll living our best lives.’ He kissed him again and again. Clinging to him as if it were the last time. He quickly pushed him against the cold bathroom tiles, making his back fit perfectly. Erik bumped his head.
“Ouch! You hurt me.”
'Sorry'. Lyle said smiling and biting his lips, wrapping his arms around his brother’s neck.
“You’re mine, Lyle.” He gasped near his lips before biting them. He responded to the provocation and pushed himself even further against him. They were insatiable, uncontrolled, completely out of their minds, without any remorse. They were the Menendez brothers, and they didn’t know yet, that soon, America would be talking about them for a long time.