She felt a hand on her shoulder pulling her around, “Hey, you okay?” The guy asked again. He looked nothing like [b]he[/b] did, but in that moment Spencer didn’t care. She backed away quickly into the counter, the sharp edge digging into her back.

“Hey, Eric, what’s taking you…” The sweet, intoxicating voice of Ashley Davies said walking into the kitchen.

She saw Spencer drop the knife that she had had a death grip on moments earlier. Concerned for the younger girl, she ran to her side, grabbing a dish towel in the process. She had no idea what was happening to the girl, but she had so much worry in her body that it frightened her.

Ashley held the dishtowel to Spencer’s arm hard. Spencer, gasping for air, looked down and noticed a long cut from the top of her wrist to a little below her forearm. The cut was bad enough to drawl blood, but not too deep.

She could barley feel the pain; all her adrenaline pumping through her body causing the effect of pain no to plague her. No, she had much deeper pain anyway.

Much deeper.

[i]

“I’ll always love you, and make you happy. If you will only say the same, but if you leave me to love another, You’ll regret it all some day.” He finished the song, flashing another white smile at the girl who had silent tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

The lifted the amputated finger to show the girl.

“Funny…so entirely funny how you can cut off a body part…”

He examined the bloody, pale, flesh for a few moments. His blue eyes burning at it as her looked at the intricate prints on the pads of the finger. He lowered the finger back down to her bloody hand, whipping a little at the blood. He pressed the amputated finger against the stub before reaching for the stitches kit.

“…and put it right back on…”

The needle dug into her flesh, causing endless pain. [/i]

Ashley lowered the girl to the floor. She looked over at Eric with asking eyes. She had no idea what was wrong with the girl and neither did her stylist.