Blood Stained Roses - Part 1 (Henry Craven)

[Elizabeth Constance]

This is all an interaction between Lizzie's 7 yr old daughter, Chelsea, and Henry that will lead to another RP later between Lizzie and Henry

It had been months since her mommy and her friend, Henry, had been a couple. She wasn't sure how she liked him when she first met him in August but she watched their interactions and how he treated her. Maybe her threat actually held some ground when she had asked him not to her mommy. He didn't treat her like a child unless she was acting her age for once but that was rare. Chelsea knew she was smart and Lizzie told her often that she needed to not act so grown up and enjoy life. She liked when she acted grown up, she felt that people took her more seriously....or so she assumed anyway.

Chelsea pulled out her calendar as she tried to pin point when her mommy and Henry started dating. Yes they were dating because Lizzie eventually admitted it to her in September. Took note that Lizzie had been the happiest that she had ever seen her and wanted to make that happiness permanent. It was time to reach out to the one person other than herself that made her mommy feel the way she did. Sneaking out of the living quarters of the art gallery down to her mommy's computer. A message to Henry was the goal and not thinking about the fact that Lizzie could see the message later as it sat in her sent folder, wrote an email to Henry.

Henry,

It's Chelsea, I'm using Mommy's computer. I would like you to come over. Mommy is at Solace but I want to hang out and talk with you. Please come over. Have a great day!'

Thank you,
Chelsea Addison Llewellyn

She wasn't sure if that was formal enough but writing letters wasn't really covered in school just yet. Most letter writing she had ever done was writing letters to Santa, which reminded her to get a start on that as Christmas wasn't that far off. If Santa was going to know what she wanted, she needed to put a rush on that letter. She would work on it before bed, Henry first.

Quickly rushing back up the stairs before Molly came into the office to see her out of the living quarters. She didn't want to get into trouble from Molly thinking that she was possibly using the art gallery as a playground again. Apparently there were some pretty expensive items that can break easily. Chelsea didn't understand why they weren't behind a glass case to protect them but she knew better than to ask.

Once back in their home, she grabbed the vase off the dining room table that held a large bunch of white roses. The water was stale by a couple days and wanted to put clean water in the vase. That was at least what she thought to keep the flowers longer and fresh, not knowing that the flowers were changed every few days when they started to wilt. Working in a rush, she tripped over her own feet and fell. As she dropped the vase with the roses in the process before landing on floor among the broken glass. Her eyes grew wide and feared of how much trouble she would be in. Not paying attention to the fact that she had actually cut her hand on the glass, she started to pick up the white roses to put them in a new vase. Blood from her hands stained the white petals as she panicked to get the mess cleaned up while she spoke to herself.

"Mommy's going to be so mad..."