Here's a short but hopefully exciting update for you all just to say Happy Easter :)
I hope you're still enjoying this fic, but please check out my new one: Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures - and please let me know what you think as some of your suggestions are going to be used in it!
Her back was starting to hurt her now, as he held her, pushed up against the sink, still holding her face towards his. She'd wished she hadn't done the washing up earlier in the day because now there was nothing, not any pans or plates, by the side of the sink for her to use to hit him with. Even if she couldn't knock him out, at least she would give herself the opportunity to get out of the house and call for help!
As thoughts of her escape swam around her mind, Alec simply stared into her eyes.
"We can make this work can't we Bree. You can forgive me and we can move on from this mess." As he spoke she wanted to spit in his face, she felt revolted at how he could still think they could ever be together after everything he had done to her. The fact that he even had the nerve to return after nearly killing her was unbelievable.
Yet, part of her blamed herself, he must have known that she wouldn't have had the guts to go to the police which meant that he still had power over her. Still, she stopped herself from causing him to become angrier – at least whilst they were talking, he was calm, and she had more time to think about how to escape his hold.
"Alec it wouldn't work," she said with effort to keep her voice calm despite her fear, "people know what happened; they wouldn't just let you come back to the lane as if nothing was wrong."
"It's got nothing to do with them." He muttered, annoyed at the fact that he wouldn't be able to fool them anymore. "We can move." He decided, rather than asked.
"This is my home!" Bree exclaimed without thinking, and regretted it as the anger almost visibly shone in his eyes.
"Yes, this is your home but it's not our home." He spoke with such disgust that Bree realised how much it annoyed him not to be in control of something. He thought he had complete control over her, and maybe he did, but he couldn't change the fact that this was her house – she owned something that he couldn't have, and he hated it. This knowledge surged Bree with a courage that she only hoped would be enough to save her life.
With all the force she could muster she lurched her weight onto him which was just enough to push him a step back from her so that she was no longer confined against the sink. Although her weight was hardly enough to affect him, the shock of her fighting back left Alec perplexed for a second which was just enough time for Bree to slap him around the face – something she had wanted to do for such a long time!
Nevertheless, she had no time to enjoy the moment as Alec was only left rubbing his sore cheek for a moment. In that time, Bree had made for the door but she could feel that he was right behind her. There was no point in trying to run; he was always going to be faster than her, so instead she lurched to her left. On the side stood her business woman of the year award, a glass ornament that she had been so proud to have achieved. Swiftly turning with the object in hand she raised it and bought it crashing down on Alec's head before he could even register what she was about to do.
The glass shattered into a million pieces over his head but it had only been light and despite a few trickles of blood running down his face, he was still standing – and furious.
Bree turned and ran again, this time for her stairs. Her last hope now was the gun on her bedside and she knew that if she could just get hold of that, everything would be okay.