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

chapter 2.

2nd POV

The beginning of the end was when she even agreed to being tutored by Erik Menendez. That's what a handful of people say, at least. It was said that quickly, their relationship blossomed. When her testimony is shown, their relationship is talked about in more depth. There is some footage, specifically of the more of important information such as the night of the murders and how Rose found everything out. As for everything else, only a brief description and who is saying what is available . For now, I will show you the brief transcript of Rose talking about her relationship with the brothers.

1995. Menendez Brothers Trial. Rosealine Bishops Testimony; Script 1.
R:(Rosealine Bishop)
L:(Leslie Abramson)

L: Ms. Bishop, how would you describe your relationship with the Menedez brothers?

R: I would say we're exceptionally close. I enjoy their company. Lyle is like my brother. Erik is, of course, my Erik. I love them.

L: What were some of the activities you and the brothers did together?

R: Um, well with Erik we would have study dates. He'd come over to my house quite often. With Lyle, he and I were never really alone together but the three of us would go eat or play tennis together. It'd be them against me and my sister, Eileen.

3RD POV. 1987.

Erik safely got Rose to her home. Rose opened the door for him, paneled walls and marble waiting for him. The first thing that caught his eyes was the giant black and white picture captured in a gold frame in the entryway wall.

Courtney Bishop was kissing her Wembley trophy, the white prominent on her hair. She had platinum blonde hair in the 60s. It was slicked back into a ponytail.

"You play tennis?" He asked Rosealine, following her through the house. He felt like a child in the moment.

"Yes, I do. We have a tennis court out back. Maybe after we're done I can challenge you to a match?" She smirked as she drank from a glass cup. Erik stood, feeling awkward as he wiped his palms on his jeans.

"You must be good. Your mom is a pro, ya know?" He said, attempting to make humor with her. Rose smiled and shrugged.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you, though." Rose sighed, sitting her cup on the counter.

"We better get to it. We can go in my room. It's upstairs."

Erik followed her up, making sure to keep his eyes trained on at least her calves due to her skirt. She had very prominent leg muscles. Actually, very prominent muscles.

Her house was massive to say the very least. But it wasn't anything new to Erik.

Rose opened her bedroom door and walked in. Erik hesitantly followed behind her.

Her walls were just a plain white, her room was neat though. She had small posters hanging on the wall. She had a few band posters and movie posters, and her very own news paper clipping of herself hanging up.

Her room was fairly big. She had a big desk and a vanity. She took the chair from her vanity, and pulled it up to her desk. Erik nervously sat down and Rose sat with him.

They worked on English work all night while they talked back and forth about themselves.

As Erik began to leave, Rose called out.

"Wait! I almost forgot!" She quickly rushed inside, leaving Erik standing in the driveway, anxiously flipping his car keys over and over in his hand.

Rose grabbed her waller off of the kitchen counter before rushing back out. She ran out in just her socked feet, 25 dollars in her hand.

Erik immediately waved her off.

"No, no. I'm okay, really." Erik assured her. Rose looked up at him like he was stupid.

"I have money in my hand. Cash. It's for you, Erik. Think of it like a thank you." She insisted, walking closer to him.

Erik chuckled waving the money away. "You already told me thank you. That was the thank you." Roses eyebrows furrowed as she shook the money at him.

"Please, Erik. Take the goddamn money."

He looked down at her. He was so tall. Rose suddenly felt nervous as she peered up at him.

"I'll tell you what, I won't take your money but each time I come we just talk about each other. Our lives. Sound fair?"

Rose finally dropped her hand at her side, looking up at him.

"Deal."

He gave her a little smirk, before backing away from her.

She watched him get into his car. He rolled the window down, one arm out as he spoke to her, his head also out of the window.

"Get inside, Rosie. Your socks are gonna get dirty." She looked down at her white cottoned feet. She rolled her eyes as she looked back up at him.

"Be careful, Erik. I'll see you around."

"Goodnight, Rosealine."

"Goodnight." Erik watched Rosealine walk inside before he drove away.

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