Bree Tipton
Always Opening the Door for Her| WLW
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Knock, Knock, Knock
The sound of desperate knocking could be heard at Bree's apartment door, she wakes up with a scare, wondering if the knocking she really heard was a figment of her imagination or if it was really at her door.
Knock, Knock, Knock
The desperate knocking continued and Bree was definitely sure someone was at her door, at two in the goddamn morning. Only insane people knock on people's doors at that type of morning... Anyways. Bree was quite nervous and scared now, she slowly gets out of bed and heads into the living room, grabbing a nearby tennis racket as a weapon of self defense, (look it's the best she could do.)
Bree looks through the peephole to have a look at this stranger danger, but there was no one there? Weird, but she definitely heard the knocking on her door... Bree cautiously unlocks the door to have a peek around to see if there was anything there, her tennis racket clutched in her other hand. But the sight that she saw startled her.
Sitting down on the ground was her childhood friend , she looked battered and bruised, leaning up against the wall outside. Bree always knew that she struggled with life in general, but man does she look worse for wear.
Hun... what are you doing out here?