Andrew Van de Kamp did not have a difficult time ignoring his mother over the past few days. She rarely bothered with him…and if she did, it was usually requesting that he eat and clean his room. Andrew knew that there were many unsettled feelings between the two of them, but opted not to deal with these issues at the present. He couldn't care less about his relationship with his mother, but his sister was a completely different story. She was essentially his only family, and she desperately needed his help. If he had asked Danielle about their mother a week earlier, she too would have rolled her eyes and walked away. Now, however, she seemed to be obsessing over Bree- longing for her to actually be a parental figure.After giving the situation a few minutes of thought, Andrew walked into Bree's bedroom with slight hesitation. He expected to find her passed out, but she was in fact awake- sitting on the corner of the bed simply staring into space.

"Mom." Andrew began. His tone was not full of concern, nor of hate. It was steady for the most part.

Bree looked surprised. "Andrew! I didn't see you come in." She appeared relatively perky.

Andrew slowly approached his mother, taking a seat next to her. He noticed that the bed was made perfectly- even though his mother would go back to sleep within a few hours. "I need to talk to you."

Bree simply nodded eagerly at her son. He supposed she was encouraging him to speak.

"You um…you have to stop doing this." He made reference to the bed.

"What do you mean by 'this'?" Bree was well aware what her son was talking about, but needed to delay her response time.

"You stay in bed almost all day…"

"That's completely untrue! I've prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you and your sister everyday. Other than that, neither of you bother to speak to me, so how else am I supposed to pass the time?"

Andrew just stared back at his mother. "What are you talking about? I mean yeah, I don't talk to you. But at least I've got my reasons. Danielle's been trying so hard. Earlier this morning she came in with a few albums and I had to look through each one with her because you wouldn't. She wants to look at pictures of our family…and she needs to talk about dad. You're not even letting her do that!"

"She'll heal, Andrew. We all will." Bree smiled gently, taking her son's hand. Clearly, he was not getting through to her."I can't believe you! Why can't you just be here for us!…" he stopped himself mid-sentence. "I mean for her. Be here for her. She needs you. Don't you understand that? She needs a parent!"

"…and she has a parent! Just because I'm catching up on my rest certainly doesn't mean that I'm no longer her mother." Bree was beginning to grow angry. She didn't appreciate the accusation of being a terrible mother.

"I know you didn't have a mother for most of your life, but that doesn't give you the right to treat us this way." Andrew replied- monotone. He didn't know the details of his grandmother's death, only that she died when Bree was a young child.

Bree looked hurt, though she tried not to show it. Her voice shrunk to a deep whisper. "I have done everything in my power to raise you and your sister to be respectable human beings. I've given everything for you. Don't you ever tell me I mistreat you. Ever."

Andrew had never heard his mother sound so hostile. "I really do hate you."

His words burned; each syllable cutting into her already broken heart. Hate was such a strong word. One of which she had heard her son use far too much. Sure, she was sorry she didn't raise him to be the perfect child, but she tried as hard as she could. Bree looked back at her son and realized that this wasn't the proper way to be treated. She no longer had a man to fend for her, and needed to start acting on her own. All of her anger had been building up and Andrew single-handedly blew her fuse. Without even thinking, Bree raised her arm to her son, and hit him- right across his already reddened face.

"Are you kidding me!" Andrew immediately rose from the bed, holding the side of his face.

Bree found herself gasping slightly. "Andrew, sweetie, I…I swear I didn't mean to. I would never hurt you. I don't know what happened! I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." Bree found herself babbling endlessly.

"Oh shut up, 'you're sorry!'. You could care less!" He had now entered into a complete state of rage.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I don't know what happened…" Bree continued.

Andrew just shook his head and stormed out of her room. "You know what," he began, standing in the doorway. "I am

really sorry that you lost your husband. But I'm also sorry that I lost my dad. And you know what else? I'm sorry that you're

too wrapped up in yourself to realize that you just lost one of the only two people left in your life." and with that, he turned and

closed the door behind him.