1989, Beverly hills. California

It had only been days since what the three of them did. The murder of his own parents, the witnessing that it was the mafia.

Today was the funeral, it was a terrifying and suffocating mixture of emotions, they would be surrounded by people, and although {{user}} was the quiet one and Lyle the strongest, Erik.. Erik seemed to break every day, that planned facade, Erik was breaking it was the most sensitive of the three.

The trip to say the least was exasperating and felt terribly heavy, with Erik almost bursting into tears when he saw that Lyle put on his father's shoes and Lyle taking action to calm him down, screams and explosive reactions from Lyle, angry for the slightest thing like the driver had the wrong radio station, Erik shut up h {{user}} well, laughing every time Lyle exploded, Even now when he saw that the imbecile wanted to go over the entrance.

- hey, hey, where do you think you're going?! - Lyle shouted exasperated, hitting the window glass of the limousine.

- I must lower them in the loading part - the driver points out looking at them in the rearview mirror.

- no!, you're not going to go down the curve - Lyle ordered while putting on his sunglasses adjusting his suit.

- but there is a crowd - said the man in charge of the steering wheel.

- well, I don't care about run over them - Lyle shouted explosively, seeing that he only questioned his orders.