SPLATTER (draft)

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A grin curled onto the girls lips, knowing that her latest plea had worked, feeling a sense of triumph and entitlement that as expected, her father had caved. The female always got what she wanted - of course she'd use this to her advantage, why the hell would she not? It would be ridiculous in her mind if she didn't one way or another, and besides who else did he have to spoil other than herself? It wasn't like he was going to be dating anytime soon, at least not that she knew of - although she highly doubted this as he was always busy with work. Far too busy. Rose knew her father was loaded with money and whilst both her sisters were no longer living at home with them, she'd happily hog the attention from her father - who worked for the CIA. If it meant that she'd get something new from her dad, she didn't care what line of work he was in, of course as long as it was legal. She didn't need her father taken from her life too. In an odd sense though; Rose understood that due to her father being held up at work so often, working with Politics and whatnot; the way he showed his love and attention towards her was by showering her with gifts or money when his presence was lacked. Regardless, she adored all of that, as it meant she got what she wanted.

Always.

If she didn't, oh how she'd make a massive deal out of it, and being the manipulative young woman that she was, she'd get under whoever's skin until they finally gave in letting her have her way.

That morning her father had walked through their house doors, calling her name from upstairs in a bellowing tone, "ROSE HONEY! I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU! COME OUT OF YOUR ROOM PLEASE!" his voice echoing. Rose had been sulking in her room, and refused to go to school as she had asked her father to buy her the Mini Cooper S Convertible that she wanted so badly because she was sick of her BMW, as it was "old and out of fashion" the night before over their dinner table conversation. Her father evidently came out with an outright no because he thought that what she was asking for was ridiculous given the BMW was still brand new. Rose, of course was not happy with his response at all - and in a huff she left her dinner on the dining table, running upstairs screaming about how much she hated her daddy. Perhaps a little melodramatic, however she was the queen of melodrama and that certainly was not an exaggeration. Rose had locked her doors of her bedroom, whilst her father attempted to talk some reason into her, each time she would tell him to go away or to leave her alone, crying into her pillow. It was emotional blackmail; she was very aware of it, however she only did what she did because if she played her cards right she'd be getting a new car the following morning.

Indeed she was correct.

Her father had made his way up the stairs and stood out the front of her bedroom as he spoke. "Now Rose, I only got you this new car because I had a look at your BMW's parts last night, and they seem to be deteriorating - now please go to school today! You're a senior honey, on the brink of graduating and I want to see my little angel as Valedictorian..." He stated, looking at Rose as her eyes beamed at her father. She let out a quick squeal as she grabbed her bag, with her books and laptop in it. She wasn't going to miss school today, no way - she simply wanted her father to think that. Shutting her bedroom door, Rose ran downstairs and stopped right in front of her father, who'd made his way down just before her; straightening out her outfit, clutching onto her handbag, her brown eyes beaming. "Thankyou daddy, I love you, I love you I love you! Best daddy in the word! I'll go to school now!" She replied, grinning. Her father let out a small sigh and handed her the car keys as Rose let out another squeal, embracing her father in a tight hug giving him a kiss on the cheek, pulling away. "That's my angel, now go before you're late!" He reminded firmly to Rose, she nodded and in an instant she was out the front door a smirk on her face, as she raced towards her new car; throwing her bag into the backseat, shutting the door behind her she put her seatbelt on and started the engine up, glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror and finally driving off to school.

Rose sat in her English class, tuning out from what her teacher was saying - her attention was more focused on the articles she was reading on her laptop. The female was reading about the murders in Cedar City; the one that had really gotten to her however, was the one about Kiera Revielle - the star at the Bij Theatre. Rose looked up to her, all of the PA students did and to hear of her murder was absolutely gut wrenching. She didn't know what to do now that her sole role model was dead. She felt lost in a sense, almost as though she didn't know what to do with her life anymore since the one person she was hoping could mentor her and give her tips to excel in this industry was mutilated and gone. God, she couldn't even begin to comprehend how her family would feel, and worse - how her lover Amanda felt. Rose's lips pouted, as she continued to browse through the articles, her attention soon caught by a live broadcast by Angie from the Mayor's Office. Her curiosity got the better of her, and Rose clicked, as she put in her headphones to the laptop, one down so that it still looked like she was half paying attention to what was being said in the room.

Fucking hell... There was another victim!? Rose couldn't believe it! Wasn't this City supposed to be safe? Her brows furrowed together, her expression concerned. And here she thought she was bulletproof. Guess not... Then again, her father probably would just hire agents to escort her to and from places, babying her to make sure she was safe at all times. Rose wasn't too fearful, in fact she was fearless you could say the least as she felt that because her sister, whom she had drifted from a lot lately was the DDA and her father in the CIA, she honestly thought that nobody would ever be able to get to her, or better yet; defame her reputation. The young female believed that she could get away with anything, and truthfully she was extremely tempted to test this theory after graduating, by potentially dealing Marijuana for her thrill seeking adventures. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her attention was caught by an announcement over the system informing students that the day had been cut short due to an incident at the Mayor's Office and the board had urged everyone to go home for the day until there was further notice. The classroom was met with a chorus of cheering. Smiling the female took out her headphones from her laptop and shut it, placing it back into her handbag, putting her books away - she got up from her chair and exited the classroom, heading to her brand new car which was in the Senior's car park.

Rose drove to the nearby park, she promptly exited the car locking it behind her and searched around for a nice spot to sit and work, only her attention caught by what looked like Melissa? What was she doing here? She thought that she had left, or perhaps she had decided to stay after her fathers murder? Who knows. Rose squirmed a bit as she though about how the poor girl must feel; they were friends but she'd avoided her ever since Coach Cole's death. A little insensitive, but she simply didn't want to make it seem as though she was deeply impacted by the murders, even though she was in a sense - especially by John's. A shiver went down her spine as she thought about John, she didn't want to think about it, so as usual if there was any bad occurrence in her life, she'd suppress it. Rose's eyes scanned the park for a spot where she could sit down and work on her Valedictorian speech, her attention caught by Channing, a mysterious man who was hot, by the way and Isaac with his siblings.

Fuck it, she'd go over there and greet them.

The female proceeded to walk towards their direction, stopping a few paces back from the group she cleared her threat to make her presence clear. "Ahem. And hi!" She said, a small grin on her face, looking at Isaac and his siblings.