I shoved away from Jose the minute he stopped me from even attempting to speak to Erik, frustrated and annoyed with myself more than anyone. How could I let something so stupid and reckless happen?? I love Erik. Not Lyle.

"You don't understand Mr. Menendez. Erik is the love of my life, whether you want to hear it or not. And if you don't like it, I frankly don't care." He stood back, stunned out of his mind from my boldness, before I ran up the stairs and practically flung Erik's door open, breaking down into tears the moment my eyes gazed upon his sweet face. How could I ever do something like that to him? A kiss may not seem like much. But it is.

"Erik...... I'm so sorry. I did a stupid thing. I'm an idiot. I..... Lyle and I kissed!" I looked down at the ground in complete fear of what was to come, imagining all the possible outcomes of this. Him breaking up with me, never wanting to talk to me again. That would kill me. But all that happened, was his arms slowly wrapping around me and leading me to the edge of his bed, holding me against him with all the love he could possibly give. And I'm not understanding how I met someone such as Erik.

"It's okay..... I was always worried this would happen. But you actually told me it happened. I don't like it. And I want to kick his ass. But if it didn't mean anything, then I can look past it." I slowly looked up from the comfort of his shoulder, feeling even worse for putting tears in his eyes. It hurt him more than he was saying. And it killed my heart in so many ways.

"It didn't! I promise you. I ran as soon as it happened. It was just this..... this heat of the moment thing. But I regret it." My tears just freely flowed the minute the words left my mouth, when I felt his lips connect with mine, our tears mingling in this emotional dance. Everything happened so fast. Clothes flying everywhere with the heat of our bodies mingling together such as our tears, our love flowing throughout our bodies in the best way imaginable.
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The sleepless night I found myself in, gave me plenty of time to reflect upon everything happening in my life in such a short span of time. Everything and anything I could ever need, was laying right next to me with the most peaceful look upon his face that I had ever seen. I'm so lost in the world we've built together. The place that I can truly call my home. But it felt threatened every single day.

"No Nick! This is getting way out of hand. Our kids aren't supposed to be together. Your daughter is kissing Lyle and sleeping with Erik. Erik is off limits. He can not be in a serious relationship. He needs to focus on his studies. He needs to focus on tennis and his family. Not a girl!!" I froze from the sudden shout of Jose from the room next door, hearing the sudden smash of glass against the hardwood floors of the beach house. I slowly looked to Erik once more, seeing he was still fast asleep. But I was wide awake.

"You think I can control that whore?! She doesn't listen to reason Jose. She never does. Your boys are horrible influences on her." My eyes widened from the clear sound of my father, hearing the pure rage within his voice, used to him calling me name after name.

"You aren't a whore." I jumped a little from the voice of Erik in my ear, holding me from behind to comfort me, the feel of our naked skin against one another a comfort I've grown to love so much.

"I know. But I feel like I deserve that. I did kiss Lyle. It was wrong. But it happened." He sighed, deeply into the night, before turning me around in his arms to look me deep in the eyes, calming me further.

"Don't. You're fine. It'll be fine. Just calm down. You're safe with me. You know that." My arms immediately found their way around his neck with a light smile upon my face, nuzzling my nose against his in a loving manner.

"You know she's just like her mother. Never knowing when to stop. Why do you think she's dead?! She wouldn't listen!!" I froze in his arms, suddenly shaking once the words sunk in. He really did kill her. I wasn't imagining things. He did it. My own mother killed by my father.

"Erik..... he really did it." I jumped up from the bed while throwing on my clothes, not giving him time to object, before placing my shoes on and running out the door, just as Lyle came from out of nowhere and hauled me up against the wall, blocking me from moving what so ever.

"It's not a good idea Ana. Don't do it." I sighed in defeat, seeing Erik suddenly behind Lyle with a nod of his head, indicating that Lyle was right. I can't confront him. What's to say he wouldn't off me also?

"You can't just run into the line of fire. Ava needs you alive. And I'll be damned if any of us is dying by their hands. It won't happen." Lyle looked to the both of us in clear warning to keep our mouths shut to both of our fathers of what we heard tonight, afraid we would be next.

"Fine. Fine......" Our whispered voices were low enough not to be heard, just as Lyle finally let me go with nods of understanding, before looking to Erik with a few words spoken in his ear that I couldn't hear. I leaned against the wall, hiding my silent tears to keep from really sobbing. I can't take this anymore. What if we're next? I can't let that happen.