Ali knew that Bree wouldn't hit her, she didn't have it in her and she didn't want to do anything that Ali wanted. She stepped through the doorway and glanced back at Bree. "I love you Bree. Bye." She walked out of the house slowly, locking the door behind her and walking across the street to her own house.  The hate she felt for herself was unbearable, but the fact that she'd emotionally killed Bree was even worse than that. Ali walked inside of her house and grabbed a bottle of whiskey before going back outside to sit on her porch, where she proceeded to drink the entire bottle.