Playing With The Menendez Brothers

• Chapter 17 •

Y/n POV

Y/n: Erik we can't kill them

Lyle: Y/n we have too

Erik: so my plan is, me and Lyle get some fake IDs then we go buy guns and we can do it when we get the chance

Y/n: so what happens if you get caught

Lyle: we won't, we can say the mafia did it

A couple of days later

Lyle's POV

Me and Erik bought the guns yesterday, i'm really nervous for this because what if Y/n was right and we do get caught.

Erik: so we can load the guns and leave them in the car

Lyle: alright

We loaded them and put them in the backseat with the extra shells, we walked inside and dad immediately came up to us.

Jose: you two little shits

Lyle: what did we do

Jose: both of you know about everything and so does y/n

Erik: it's not our fault your sick

I never seen my dad hit Erik in my life but he did, slapped him right across the face.

Jose: yeah well me and your mother have a good plan for the both of you

He yelled for mother and they went into the den and closed the doors, I looked up and Y/n at the top of the stairs and give her the signal.
I seen her go into the room.

Erik POV

I ran out the door to the car and heard Lyle following me, I ran to the backdoor and grabbed the guns, We ran back into the house. I looked at Lyle and we both counted down together with our fingers. We ran into the room and started shooting everywhere.

Y/n POV

Lyle gave me the signal so I went into my room and sat in the corner, I heard glass breaking, gum shots, and screams. After about 2 minutes I heard the shots stop, Erik ran upstairs to me and told me to come help clean up. We all put on gloves and cleaned up the shells.

Erik: I can't believe we just killed our parents

Lyle: Erik we had too

I walked over to both of them and hugged them, after we finished cleaning up me and Erik sat on the staircase, I could tell they wanted to cry. Lyle was already crying.

Lyle: I need to call 911

Y/n: alright go ahead

Erik had his arms wrapped around me and was crying on my shoulder, I ran my fingers through his hair as Lyle called the police.

Lyle's POV

Seeing my parents dead bodies made me sick, I just killed my parents. But I need to sound innocent, I dialed the number and waited.

Dispatch: this is 911, what's your emergency

Lyle: somebody shot my parents

Dispatch: what-

Lyle: my parents are dead someone killed them

Dispatch: sir calm down, whats your address

Lyle: 772 North Elm Drive

Dispatch: we're sending officers there now

Lyle: okay thank you

Dispatch: your welcome sweetheart

Dispatch hungup and I walked back to Y/n and Erik, We started the hear faint sirens. I sat beside Y/n and laid my head on her shoulder.

Lyle: let's hope for the best.

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