The Price Is Blood

Blood gleamed off those gold shoes. Amira bought those shoes using my money.

Blood splattered across the white floor.

The white floors of the house she bought using my money. 

So she thought she could use everything that belonged to me and then cut me off?

Well Betrayal had a cost. And the price was in blood.

I will explain what happened.

It was a Friday night, I was returning from work. Amira(my wife) was at our mansion.

It was 12 in the night, I entered in, using my key. And I don't see her anywhere.

She's not in the bedroom.

She's not in the kitchen

Not in the backyard.

Not in the bathroom.

My mind yelled

"Where is SHE?!?"

I walk to my bedroom, when I hear a creak. I turn around and I'll tell you who I see. I see Amira.

She was trembling, and had a knife in her hand. My brain took a second to register before it yelled,

"The LITTLE ***** I bought her into my house, fed her, cleaned off behind her and she pays me back like this?!?"

She dropped the knife in terror and said,

"It's not what you think Robert, I was going to cut-"

I yelled,

"**** OFF. Pay me back every dollar I spent on you!!! PAY ME BACK NOW!!!!!"

She tried to inch away from me, but I just moved closer until I had her at a wall.

She muttered,

"I don't have money."

I scream.

"THEN PAY ME IN BLOOD!!!!!!"

I picked the knife she had dropped. She was paralysed. I stuffed the knife into her, she slowly fell to the ground.

I went upstairs to my art room picked up my brushes and started painting.

The drawing was a girl slipping down a white wall, leaving her blood stains behind. The only twist was I used real blood and not paint for the girls blood.

And then those beautiful gold shoes.

I stood back and admired my work. My model lay right in front of me, as pretty as ever. She did pay the price.