"He's a friend?" Liam repeated her words in a whiny echo. "How sweet," He fluttered his eyelashes, his lips turned downward into a mocking, sympathetic pout. His hand released her hair, loose strands of blonde lingering against his fingers only to grip the side of her neck. When she stopped speaking, Liam lifted his eyes from the knife's tracing on her skin and watched her expression, silently urging her to continue.
Liam squeezed her throat and tilted her head back with a flick of his thumb. The blade of his knife worked back into the previous wound. This time, he pressed it slightly harder into Hannah, blood returning to its familiar friend within his grasp. "Don't mind me. Do go on."
Typically, Liam never did this kind of thing in the comfort of his own home. But as they now stood in his kitchen, he knew that the clean up would be simple and quick. As he slid his head back to admire his work a second time, he knew quick was what he needed. His jaw was set, but that feeling was tugging at his insides again. That itch that needed to be scratched, that scab that would never heal --