Bree pulled the car over on the side of the road and put the car in park. "Ali, that's the past. It was a mistake, you were desperate and sometimes we do dumb things with the best of intentions. You were fifteen. Ali, you're not a slut or a whore or any of those things. Sweetie, that's the past, it's over, done. You are better than what you think. Hey would I stick by you of I didn't think so? Yeah you can be a birch sometimes but I still love you like my sister." Bree laughed with the last comment. Ali was drunk off her ass and feeling sorry for herself. Bree would let her have this time to get it all out, and when she was sober realize she wasn't all those things, she was just, well, Ali.