You're not alone

Disclaimer: I doesn't own this characters and neither the following seven lines from the episode 5.02 of Desperate Housewives, but I do own the plot of the fanfic that I've just written to have some fun

A/N: This is set after this dialogue between Bree and Orson Hodge (5.02)

"I'll make you that pot roast tomorrow, ok?"

"No… I want it now"

"Now?"

"You promised"

"Orson, I've been cooking all day, I'm so tired, I can barely stand up… do you really hope me to make you a pot roast… now?"

"You promised"

A/N: But it happened something else after her tears that we never saw (here start the fanfic, I hope you enjoy it, I've been a little cruel with Orson, but he deserves it after his kleptomania just to hurt Bree…)

Bree served the pot roast to her husband after midnight. Her eyes were red and her hands trembling, but upset her wife didn't seem to really matter to Orson Hodge that night.

"Where are you going?" asked him after made the first taste and noticing that Bree had put off the kitchen's light and was now living the dinning room.

"I'm tired… I'm going to bed" said her calmly. She was too tired and taken aback by his behavior to argue with him.

"You're not leaving anywhere… sit down" ordered pointing the chair in front of him.

"Orson… I've made you your damn pot roast… I just want to rest, please" said her trying to not turn up her voice, but not able to stop the tears falling again down her cheeks.

"Sit down, Bree!" shouted Orson standing up and looking at her with the same frightening look he'd had during all the evening.

She obeyed. She wasn't prepared to bare that situation… Orson was always nice with her, but that was really shocking for her.

"Why are you doing this?" asked her not able to gaze him.

"Because I'm your husband and since I came back from prison I've noticed that you've absolutely forgotten all that duties of the right wife about which you talk on your dear book" he said without take his look apart of the food.

"Things have changed, Orson… I'm not the housewife I was before… now I'm a businesswoman who likes her job…"

"And I'm proud of you, but you can't forgot that I'm back, and that you have obligations against me…" he said right when he finished the plate. He took it to the kitchen and when he came back Bree still sitting quietly on the chair. He smiled and then grasped her arm and made her follow him to their room. There he stole a kiss from her lips and she pushed him apart.

"I'm too tired for this, now, Orson… Why don't we talk again in the morning…"

"No" he said wildly taking off her clothes and pushing her on the bed as he took off his own trousers.

"Orson, please…" she yelled trying to stand, but he was already sitting astride on her and grabbing her hard "You're hurting me"

"Stop fighting and it will be easier"

"No… I really don't want to do it now!" she exclaimed pushing him apart. But he even gave her enough time to think she was free, because he slapped her and she immediately stop any try to resist, scared of what he was able to do.

Bree woke up on the morning after Orson had left. She didn't want to face him… and she neither know how to face him… He was her husband, but she felt somehow dirty for what he'd done to her…

After have a shower she went to the business kitchen. Katherine already was there.

"Good morning" she said smiling at her nicely.

"Good morning, Katherine…" answered Bree to tired to seem awake, and too sad to smile.

"Are you ok? You look really bad!" exclaimed her with her known honesty.

"Thanks…" Bree tried to be sarcastic "I'm fine"

"You're not… but don't worry… I made some chocolate cookies that need to be taste for next week party" and she took out a tray with some cookies "Would you like some tea with them… or better a coffee?"

"A coffee with some brandy would be fine…" told Bree taking a cookie and weakly smiling to her friend who quickly left the tray and slapped Bree's hand "What was that?!"

"Don't joke with this, Bree Van de Kamp-Hodge! What the hell is on with you that you think to be needing a drink, uh?!" Katherine seemed really upset with her, but Bree knew she was just worried "Just tell me that you haven't taste anything…"

"What if I had?" asked Bree defiantly. It wasn't that she really wanted to argue with Katherine… it was that it was easier to argue with her than with Orson.

"I've asked you to don't joke… have you drunk anything, or haven't you?" her eyes were shining under the kitchen's hard lights "Bree… this is not a game… whatever is happening to you it's not a reason to fell on this again, ok?" When Bree saw that tears felling down her friend's cheeks she realized she'd gone far enough "You know you can share any problem with me, don't you?" her cry was as true as her words and Bree finally broke down and began to cry too.

"I'm not drinking again, Kathy, don't worry… I can't say that I've not thought about it this morning… but remembering how hard you worked to help me the last time made me leave the bottle on its place again…"

"That's better…" sighted Katherine smiling again and giving another cookie to her friend "Why don't you tell me your problem now and we see how to solve it...?" asked taking two glasses of tea and sitting in front of her friend.

TO BE CONTINUED…