<strong>Ali</strong><br/><br/>Ali looked at Will and then at the bottles and back to Will. "I haven't drank all of them, I only had one and I poured the rest out. I started understanding how my father felt and I cannot let myself become my father, he's been an alcoholic my whole life, so I poured it all out. If I go home with you, it'll only make things worse, Will. I can't let myself fuck things up more than I already have, it's what I'm best at though." She smiled slightly. "You should go home and I should stay here, you know what it felt like when we were having sex...that cannot happen again, ever. I love Bree, we're..well we were closer than sisters, I have to work on getting that back and I can't do that if I'm with you. It'll only make her hate me more and I won't be able to live with that."<br/><br/>As he pulled her outside, Ali broke away and walked to his car, getting Cleo out and looking at Will. "I'm sorry, Will, but I can't go with you. I'll be fine, I'm a big girl. Don't worry so much, there's no alcohol in my house anymore and I need to be here when Bree gets home."  Ali didn't want to be with Will right now, she couldn't be and wouldn't be. She wanted Bree and she needed to talk to Jim because she wanted to tell him the truth about everything, hopefully he wouldn't hate her when she was done. Ali just knew that's where Bree was right now and there was a twinge of jealousy, but more than that she didn't blame Bree...the one person she used to be able to talk to had betrayed her in the deepest form.