Sorry that it's only a short update but it's been such a long time and I was figuring out where to go.
In the darkness of the night, it was only the street lamps that were able to light up Wisteria Lane. The residents had long turned off their houselights before tucking their children into bed, getting cosy with their partner, or simply reading a book, before eventually going to sleep. So now, as the clocks peacefully ticked by one am, it was rather strange for there to be a shadow cast across Wisteria Lane – but then, there was nobody awake to watch the figure, who was casting that shadow, creep along in the darkness of the night…
As Bree lay curled up in her bed she dreamt the same nightmares that she had been suffering from for the past few weeks. However hard she tried to erase the thoughts of what had happened to her, she could not keep them from entering her mind the moment she tried to get some sleep. As her mind played tricks on her, reminding her of the pain of being slapped across the face she awoke with a start. Wiping away the tears that had unconsciously ran down her face she knew that there would be no point in trying to get back to sleep now.
Sitting herself up, she hit the light on her bedside clock to reveal the time which was only half past one in the morning. She sighed, knowing that the lack of sleep was not doing her any good. Despite the darkness, she got up and wrapped her silk dressing gown around her body, the early hours had brought with it a new chill and she shivered a little as she slowly made her way downstairs to get a glass of water.
Knowing her home so well she didn't feel the need to turn on a light as she got a glass and filled it with tap water, yet as she went to take the drink back upstairs she felt a shiver run down her spine. This time it wasn't the cool air that brought coldness over her, it was a feeling – a sense – that something just wasn't quite right. Silently cursing herself for leaving her gun on the bed stand she turned from the sink.
SMASH
The glass fell from her hand the moment she saw the figure in front of her.
"Bree –"
"Get the hell out of my house." Bree managed to cut him off before he could speak. She wished that she could make her voice sound more commanding but in the silence of the night and with fear threatening to take over her already shaking body, she could only whisper.
"Please let me explain" He was whispering too and she couldn't work out whether it was a sinister tone or the same fear that wouldn't allow him to raise his voice either.
"Alec you don't get to explain, you left me for dead. Now just leave before I call the police" The threat was hollow as they both new that her phone was in the living room and that Bree would never make it there whilst Alec was blocking her path.
"There's no need for that Bree, I've come to apologise."
"I don't want your apology; please I'm just trying to move on." All her strength was focused on not crying, for all he had done to her, everything he had taken, she would not allow him to strip her of her last inch of dignity by watching her cry.
"I don't know what to say to you Bree, I love you and I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I was so angry and then when I saw blood I just panicked and…"
"and left us for dead." Bree finished, the plural bringing the pain flooding back again.
"You mean, you really, you were, I thought –" the astonishment sounded genuine yet it made Bree feel sick.
"Yes I was pregnant Alec and well, I'm not anymore because you're a monster and you killed it and I'm just lucky that you didn't kill me too!" Her anger came out stronger now but it quickly left her as he took a step closer.
"I'm not a monster!" His voice was stronger now too causing Bree to remember just how dangerous her current situation was. With no one around or even awake it was unlikely that she would survive a second brush with death.
Sensing her fear, Alec lowered his voice again, now just in front of Bree. "I'm sorry", he touched her face but she quickly moved it away.
"So you don't want me to touch you now?" The anger was back as quickly as ever and he forcefully held her chin so that she had to face him. "I love you Bree and we're going to make this work alright. I made a mistake, you made me make a mistake, but we can put that behind us."
Bree couldn't have responded even if she's wanted to, instead she silently prayed for a miracle that would get her out of the mess she was in.
I hope you enjoyed this and it wasn't too predictable. Struggling to see where this is going but I hope to get a new fic started soon! M x
