DISCALIMER: I don't own Desperate Housewives and i don't make any money from it.
I can't do this anymore.
"I can't do this anymore, seriously I had it with you, with her, I'm out of here," seventeen year old Bree Mason yelled at her father.
The rebellious girl was standing right in front of him, wearing a pair of diamond earrings, a white V-neck top and a pair of black dress pants. It was a very hot summer's day, so she had planned to wear the white. Unlucky for her she had gotten her period the same morning and Bree very seldom wore white when she had it. Her hair was in a neat ponytail, that was hanging loosely down to the middle of her back.
Her father was looking at her, frustration was shining from his light blue eyes as he said, "Bree, will you please calm down."
"NO, I taken the crap for three years now and I had it, you can choose, her or me, you can't have both," she said.
"Bree, don't ask me that, you can not seriously mean I gotto choose between my wife and you," he said.
"I am, so what is it daddy dearest?" she asked him, her voice was like her eyes, cold as ice.
"Will you come to your senses?" he asked.
"Give me an answer," she demanded.
He looked at her, not knowing what to say, he didn't want to lose either one of them. On the other hand he and Bree had lost the connection they had had after his wife passes away. If they ever had one that was. He looked at her, his beautiful Bree, she looked just like her mother, maybe that was what pained him the most. To look at his daughter and remembering the love of his life was no longer there. Henry Mason had never fully recovered from that. Of course he loved his new wife, but not to the same extent.
"Daddy, please," she was now looking at him with tearful eyes. It was as she was five again and she was having a cut on her knee that needed to be fixed.
"The answer is her," he said, not even knowing why.
Bree just gave him a nod, before walking slowly and dignified up to her room. She didn't cry until her door was safely locked. She felt like she had just lost both her parents. Like she was an orphan.
Downstairs Henry knew he had made the mistake of his life, one he would never be able to redo.
One hour later Bree left with her belongings, or rather what she felt she needed. Which consisted of a pinks suitcase, her backpack, a black purse and her trusty old bear.
She would never return home again.
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