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"No, Lynette please. My kids- I can't." Bree resisted, trying to avoid going back inside her house. The ride home was a quick ten minutes…far too short in Bree's mind.

"Susan's got them" Lynette replied.

"Susan?" Bree squinted.

"Mhm…" Lynette replied, while fumbling with the keys to Bree's home.

"She is such a good friend. So are you." Bree did in fact mean what she said, though she sounded far from sincere.

The two stumbled through Bree's doorway. Lynette turned on the lights, causing Bree to cover her eyes. She sat down and put her head in her hands once again. Both women sat in silence for a few moments, until Bree's breathing started to quicken, and she began mumbling something, though Lynette was not quite sure what.

"Are you okay? What is it?" Lynette kneeled in-front of her neighbor.

"I feel-" she was sweating slightly.

And soon, though Bree could not speak, Lynette's college days flashed before her eyes. She helped her friend up, leading her to the closest bathroom. She tried to force herself in, but Bree held onto the frame of the doorway.

"Don't- please…" She didn't want her coming inside.

Lynette tried to insist, just in case Bree were to pass out…but when she looked deeply into the redhead's eyes, she saw the desperation lurking within. She needed to cling to her last bit of dignity. Lynette nodded, closing the door behind her. As worried as she was at this point, she was pretty sure Bree would be alright once she was rid of the alcohol in her system. She sat down on her couch and just stared at the ceiling. She didn't know what time it was, but didn't really care.

After about ten minutes Lynette began to grow concerned. Every time she got up to check on Bree, however, she remembered the destroyed look in her eyes. "Give her another five minutes" she told herself.

Thankfully, within about 30 seconds, Bree hobbled out of the bathroom. Her hair was a mess, her face pale, and her body visibly trembling. Lynette gently led her back to the couch. She grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her close friend. Bree was still gasping slightly, and Lynette could see a the remains of a stray tear which had fallen down Bree's cheek.

"It's okay. It's over." She gently rubbed Bree's back. She reached into her bag, pulling out a half-full water bottle. "Try to take a sip of this, okay?" Bree's trembling hands could note even support the weight of the bottle, and Lynette had to essentially feed it to her. This was definitely a situation she never would have imagined being a part of. The redhead could not speak very well, her breaths still rapid and sharp. Lynette continued to comfort her friend as best as she could, but she never said a word. The two sat in silence in this fashion for quite some time…

Eventually Bree's trembling had subsided, and her breathing seemed to be regular once again. She was still tipsy, but was already beginning to feel the aches and pains of what is casually defined as a hangover.

"You need to get some sleep, Bree." Lynette spoke to Bree as she did to her children.

The redhead just shook her head. "I can't sleep."

Lynette nodded. "Okay."

"My head…I swear it's 100 pounds." she grimaced.

"That's what happens when you binge drink." Lynette had actually intended to lighten the mood, not to offend Bree.

"Lynette, don't give me this. Please."

"I'm just saying-"

"Well, don't. Okay?"

"Excuse me?" A voice inside of Lynette was crying for her to stop speaking- she didn't want to get angry with Bree. She had no right.

"I don't need to take crap from you right now." Bree was bitter.

Lynette was shocked, never having heard any word worse than 'darn' come escape from Bree's lips.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that- but you're going to take crap from me." Lynette felt her anger rising. She knew she was now embarking on a downhill spiral. She knew she wouldn't be able to control her words. Once Lynette got started, there was no stopping her. Lucky for Bree, she didn't know this side of Lynette very well until tonight. "Do you know why?" She continued. "Because I was out there looking for you for over two hours Bree. Two hours! And while I was doing that, Susan was taking care of your kids who just lost their father in case you forgot!…and what do I find you doing? DRINKING. Alone. God damnit Bree! How were you planning on getting home? Were you going to drive and kill yourself so your kids could be left with no one? What would you have done if I didn't show up. I've just got to know…what were you thinking!" She sounded incredibly harsh and irrational, but all of her anger came from deep rooted concern. After all, she viewed Bree as her best friend.

Bree stared back at Lynette for a moment. She was considering staying silent and possibly apologizing for what she had done. She knew it was wrong…she didn't intend for it to go so far. Unfortunately, at this point, pure rage was her strongest emotion. Bree took a deep, long breath. "What was I thinking?…How dare you ask me that." Her voice was soft, but her tone vicious. "You really want to know what I was thinking when I walked into that bar, Lynette?" She rose from the couch, though her vision was still cloudy, she could see well enough for the time being. "I was thinking about how I lost my husband of 18 years yesterday. I was thinking about how my kids would preferred it if were dead. I was thinking, how the HELL am I going to live like this. I WAS THINKING…." her words were turning into screams of rage…as painful as it was for her to scream, she continued. "…about how the best part of my life is OVER!"

"Bree-" Lynette tried to cut in. She didn't mean to cause such an outburst.

"No, Lynette. No. You listen to me."

The blonde could only nod. She was under Bree's control.

"When I walked into that bar tonight…the main thought in my mind was, 'what am I living for anymore?' and I have yet to answer that question."

"Come on, don't say that."

"Oh, and you want to know what else? I was thinking of how everywhere I go I see Rex's face. In this house, on the street, in a grocery store, in a GOD DAMN BAR, LYNETTE!"

Lynette was completely and utterly shocked. Bree was a very religious woman, and to even say the Lord's name in vain was a stretch- let alone yell it out in rage.

"I CAN'T GET HIS FACE OUT OF MY MIND AND I HAVE TO. BECAUSE HE'S GONE. HE'S DEAD. AND I- HE- HE'S ALL I SEE- AND I HATE HIM FOR IT! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" her screams quickly turned into sobs, she tried to keep screaming out her hatred for Rex, but instead, collapsed into a sobbing heap in the middle of her family room.

Never had Lynette Scavo seen anyone break down so severely. She wiped a tear from her own cheek, and approached her broken friend, attempting to somehow invite her into an embrace. Bree's body was wracked with sobs, but as soon as she felt Lynette's touch she started resisting; trying to force herself away.

"Please, just go, I hate you too. I HATE YOU. I hate everyone. Please, please, please" she begged.

"Shhh…" Lynette managed to get a hold on her convulsing friend. "It's okay. It's okay, sweetie. It's all going to be okay." It was apparent that she was in tears as well. Bree continued resisting, but eventually lost her strength and collapsed into Lynette's embrace.

Bree continued having random outbursts of pure hate…whether it be about Lynette, Tom, Rex, or even herself. Lynette noticed that the only two people Bree did not bash were her own children.

Lynette began to rock her dear friend gently back and forth, trying anything to calm her down. "Stop it. Just try and breathe."

Bree disobeyed. "Let go of me, I hate you, I hate you, please…"

"Well, I love you, okay? I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I love you."

"I hate-" Bree began

"I love you…I love you.." Lynette repeated over and over again… eventually causing Bree to stop shouting her words of hatred and just cry.