"Don't feel sorry for me, Bree, it was my idea and I started doing it before they even knew about it. It was only until they found out because I slipped up, that they made me keep doing it. I think I slipped up on purpose so they would stop me and when they didn't I started resenting them and it became pretty close to hate, by the time I was 18." Ali said softly, oh God, the tears were coming now. She looked out the window as they started trailing down her face.<br/><br/>"I know what you're thinking and I'm not. I'm not better than that, Bree. I'm a slut and I'm a bitch and I'm a fucking heartbreaker." This had been Ali's self perception since she was 16 years old and, maybe, it was the whole reason that she'd always gone for one-nighters and flings because she didn't think she deserved anything better than that.