thank you so much for all the reviews! I really appreciate it :)..anyway here's chapter 2 of who knows how many chapters. Enjoy.
Bree headed downstairs and decided it would be best to try and get some rest; even if for just an hour or two. She hadn't slept at all the previous night, and although she was unable to physically feel exhaustion, her body was beginning to show the signs. Bree grabbed a pillow and laid down, holding it close to her chest. She stared blankly at the space in front of her until her vision blurred, and her eyelids became heavy. As soon as her tired eyes finally closed, Rex appeared. He wasn't saying anything, or even moving. He was just staring straight back at her, occasionally flashing a smile. Bree sat up and massaged her temples, hoping to somehow soothe her pain. Once she felt somewhat relaxed, she mustered up the courage to close her eyes once again.
"and just for the record, you are going to come through this operation just fine." Bree heard her own voice playing back in her mind.
"how do you know?",Rex replied, his tone both insecure and weak.
"because I told you, the best is yet to come."
"Damnit!" the redhead shot up, tossing her pillow aside. She buried her face in her hands, and began to slowly rock back and forth. "You've left me with nothing, Rex." she paused, lifting her head. "Not even a moment of serenity." And with that, Bree headed for the front door; reaching the realization that the best had already came and went and that there was nothing she could do about it.
Bree carefully crossed the street, her arms folded tightly across her deep blue cardigan. She was well aware that she looked far from presentable, but couldn't scrounge up enough energy to be concerned. The time was just past 5 o'clock, and Bree assumed that her friend Lynette would be home. Although Lynette had already come to check up on her twice, Bree could not help but desire even more attention. She was never one to long for sympathy from others, but she needed something to temporarily fill the empty pit in her stomach.
As she approached the door, Bree decided she would help her friend prepare a meal for her family of four. Even if Lynette didn't have the proper ingredients, Bree would create perfection. The Scavo house appeared to be relatively calm for a change. As Bree peered through the glass panes in the doorway, she could make out two familiar faces: Tom and Lynette. They were just talking to one another, nothing out of the ordinary. Bree could not hear what the couple was saying. For all she knew, they could have been discussing babysitting arrangements for Saturday night. Yet for some reason Bree could not bring herself to interrupt. It was almost as if these two needed to spend and cherish every moment together, and that she could not interfere. Bree noticed Lynette flash a smile, and felt a pang of anger. 'How can she be so happy, while I'm so miserable?', she thought.
With an ever-quickening pace, Bree backed away from Lynette's home. She was frustrated with herself for experiencing thoughts of pure jealousy. Bree, of course, was not accustomed to envy. After all, she was always the 'perfect one'. Her grass was the greenest, her flowers the brightest, her hair the most radiant. Minor flaws such as a self-destructive son and a marriage crisis were usually concealed by her smile: the most beautiful smile on Wisteria Lane.
Bree could not go back into her home. Her children wanted nothing to do with her, and her husband's absence made it far too painful to even sit down and read a book. Although she had nowhere to go, Bree hopped into her car and just drove. She played the radio incredibly loud, trying to drone out her dark thoughts. However, as one who would constantly scorn her children for "abusing their eardrums", Bree could not get used to such loud music. And so, not wanting to be a hypocrite, she lowered the volume and simply drove off with no destination, no purpose, and for the first time in her life, no set path.