Tightly grabbing both her wrists he pulled her then pushed her against the wall so that she couldn't move even if she dared to try. "Don't talk back to me Bree," he sneered in her face as a tear silently rolled down her cheek, "Don't ever talk back to me!" This time he screamed in her face before hitting her across it then letting her drop to the ground. She let out a small cry as he kicked her stomach before leaving through the back door so that nobody on Wisteria Lane would know anything was wrong.
Awake in the early hours of the morning just over a week later Bree shuddered at the thought of what had happened. It had been the worst it had gotten over the six months she'd been with him. At first he might grab her a little roughly but she thought nothing of it until he came home drunk one night and hit her during a row. Ever since then it had gotten worse… just thinking about it made her want to cry but she stopped herself as not to make a sound, she couldn't bear to wake him.
As she looked at the man asleep beside her she felt hopeless, something she had never felt before. She had always known that things like this happen but she couldn't believe it was happening to her, she was just so ashamed. As he stirred beside her, Bree decided she should at least try to sleep, black circles under her eyes would just add to the bruise still visible on her face that she would have to hide with make up in the morning. With a prayer Bree closed her eyes, knowing that no amount of foundation could hide the cracks forever.