Ali heard the door open and, for a split second, she expected Bree to walk in, but she'd forgotten that Bree hated her. She heard his voice and sat up slightly, she was glad that her curtains were closed so Bree wouldn't see this because she'd get the wrong idea about it. Ali just let him hold her while she cried, this was different than how it usually was when a man held her, she wasn't used to being comforted because if Bree wasn't around Ali always had to comfort herself.<br/><br/>"I'm going to end up being a drunk whore that's always lonely and people are gonna talk about me and it's what I deserve." This is what she had been thinking ever since the night before when everything went to shit, it was like her mother had known she'd been thinking this and had just said what was in Ali's own mind.