Ali was sitting in Will's car and listened to everything, she hadn't wanted him to come get her in the first place, Will had insisted. She got out of his car, her head hanging down and she looked up at Bree, which brought forth another sob. She knew that Bree didn't believe she felt bad, but with her best friend hating her, well, it felt like Ali's soul was shattering into a million tiny pieces. She didn't even glance over at Will, her tear-filled eyes were fixated on Bree, there were only three words that came from her mouth. "Bree, I'm sorry." No matter how many times that she said it, the emotion and broken-heartedness in her voice were still adamant and she still meant it from every fiber of her being.<br/><br/>She turned away and walked slowly back into her house, locking the door and going to sit at her kitchen table. Ali was ready to just drink and drink and drink until she felt better, she understood her father now...no, she was not going to be like her father. She took every bottle of alcohol she had in her house and poured it down the drain of her kitchen sink. She was going to face the consequences of what she'd done, and what she'd known was wrong, sober.