a grande sized murder

back 'stab'

In that moment, I stood there. Staring directly at my slightly off white YSL's, that contained tiny specs of blood. I looked at what I grasped in my hand, a knife glazed in blood, then looking up I saw my victim. His eyes wide open, in complete shock. "Oh Sean, look what you've done!" I exclaimed.

"W-what the f-fuck did you d-do," he stuttered as his body could not stop convulsing.

"You mean you did this," I said calmly. "I hope you enjoyed attempting to ruin my life and my overall appearance to my fans,". I abruptly explained to him as he acted as if he had not known of what I was talking about.

The previous two days Sean had tried to completely obliterate my appearance to my fan base by revealing fake texts by his friend Jay pretending to be me and saying shit I would never think of saying about anyone. I could not take the heat I was getting for doing absolutely nothing to deserve this. So I did what I thought was right. I invited Sean over to confront him about it, and as I was getting us a 'snack' I conveniently found a steak knife approximately 2 inches in width with a serrated edge. I then placed it underneath the plate that contained the fruit I was bringing us, brought the tray out on the patio and placed it on the table so very gently. As our conversation got even more heated, after Sean accusing me of being a, and i quote, 'fucking cunt-ass that can't sing for shit', I flipped the plate off the tray and as he approached about to hit me, in a fearful and to my opinion heroic way I picked the knife up and drove it right into his chest splattering me in blood. And now here we are.

"Ari-ri-ana, you f-," He attempted to speak, but I cut him off by kicking his face leaving a ginormous cut across his forehead. My heels were already ruined by the blood so why not beat them up some more. He tried to speak again but I did not hear as I was getting rid of the evidence and preparing to get rid of him. I dragged him inside, he was attempting to scream but he couldn't as the wound had pierced his lungs and his heart, he definitely was not going to make it. I then slumped him up against the fridge, I ran over to the fireplace and placed my heels in there along with all my clothes, I made sure to have all these windows open to make sure the stench of burning plastics and cotton would not reek up the place if the cops were to come by for a 'visit'. I then took his phone off the table still half naked, texted his manager telling him that Sean will be back in 25 mins as he has to stop at the liquor store. As I threw his phone on my bed, I quickly grabbed a pair of white shorts and a blue tank top along with a pair of my black Dior pumps. As, I looked around to make sure I got everything, I remembered the mess of his blood. I had to rid of the red substance smeared all over my patio and white kitchen tiles. I ran to the closet and grabbed some paper towel rolls. I then started wiping the mess up around him when he spoke "Y-You'll never get away with killing me, everyo-one will know it was you,".
I stopped abruptly in the middle of wiping"The funny thing is Sean, no one will know it was me because I have an alibi, as of now I'm currently leaving to go hang out at Lexie's house," I sassed back.

His face started turning a purple tone, I then realized he was losing air and starting to die. As I hosed down the patio and brought all the china back inside, I heard a knock at my door. "Ari, GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM N-YYYY-CCCCC!" exclaimed a voice from behind my front door while continuously ringing the doorbell.
"Shit, it's Frankie," I whispered to myself in distress.

I quickly dragged Sean's either semi-conscious or completely dead body into the pantry by the kitchen. Leaving yet another streak of blood. As I continuously scrub again I hear my phone ring and Frankie flipping shit at the door. I didn't think he would be home by now. I picked up the phone, hurrying to my room and sat on the bed looking at how gorgeous my heels were. "ARIANA, babe. Where in the name of satan are you!?" Frankie asked in excitement.

"Oh my god, hey Frankie. I'm at Lexie's right now bu-," I was cut off.

"SHIT, then theres SOMEONE in your HOUSE," he exaggerated.

"Oh that must just be my maid," I calmly responded.

"I think, she went into your room," He said all stuffed up, I could tell he had his face against the window.

"Oh okay, don't go in the house, I have a surprise," I bribed. "Okay love you babe, talk to you later Frank-AYE!" I enthusiastically chanted as I hung up.

I honestly did not know if he was going to leave. I pressed my entire body against the hallway wall, peering straight into the front door's window. He was still there. "Fucking shit!" I angrily whispered to myself kicking the carpet. I then decided to take the vacuum to at least give him the appearance that I was the cleaning lady. I then took the vacuum, placed it in front of the mess and continued to wipe. In about 5 minutes it was actually all gone. I grabbed the vacuum shoved it aside and made my way to the pantry. As I was about to turn the handle I heard an extremely loud 'thud' against my patio doors, I screamed. Now shaking in place I turned around to see Frankie, staring directly at me with a huge smirk on his face. He slid open a door. "You filthy liar!" He jokingly yelled punching my upper arm. I stared back in fear letting out a scared laugh. He knew something was wrong.

"Ari, what's wrong? He asked leaning down to become in line with my eyes.

I peered up, not knowing what to say. I was shaking and he could feel it. I did not want to speak, I was scared, so very scared he would definitely at this point find out about what I did and tell the cops. "You promise not to go to the cops?" I asked with a slight rasp coming from the back of my throat.

"Of course not, drugs are a thing everyone deals with Ari," He exclaimed trying to comfort me.

"No." I softly spoke "Not drugs, something worse, something you'd hate me for the rest of my life and definitely go to the police about,"

I started to cry and I could not hold it in any longer. " Frankie James Grande." I yelled with tears drowning my face. "I killed Sean,"

His face went pale, his pink hair stood straight, he scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a second I was joking. But then he realized I was not.