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Breaking The Girl	By : EarthToBella Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 1414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Brandon Boyd or any of the members of Incubus, I do not profit from these writings and do not own Breaking the girl by Kim Korum.

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Hello darling's, let's see which of your theories were right. And to my faithful follower Hilikus, no this isn't Brandon from Incubus. I wanted to try something different. You'll find out soon the reason for his overabundance of money. Ero, I love you ;) Well friends, enjoy!
Briana got it all. Streamers, balloons, ridiculous little party favors, and of course a plethora of alcoholic beverages. She knew you could never skimp on the booze at a party and hired a bartender. She even hired a caterer to make a bunch of the best little finger foods and a dj, so they could dance the night away. It was a lot for the supposed less than thirty guests that were coming but Bri just wanted to make sure that everyone had a really great time.
Around 10pm, a multitude of familiar faces started to arrive, but along with them came some not so familiar faces but Briana and Kim figured the more the merrier. Around 12am the mansion was packed! Apparently their little soiree turned into a massive word of mouth free for all. But Briana really didn’t care at that point. She was having fun and the alcohol was flowing. It was the most fun she’d had since she had moved into the mansion. She was in desperate need of a social scene… Some human contact. Even though she did love Brandon contacting with her body.
Claude and Jerry had approached her and warned her that Brandon would not at all ‘be happy about this’ but she shrugged it off in saying “ It’s just a harmless party. I doubt he’ll mind. Why don’t you guys have a drink and relax for once? “ She handed her drink to Jerry with a tipsy smile then winked as she sauntered back into the crowd of party crashing strangers.
Briana had the bartender make her a shot, which they took together and another drink. She had a feeling that she should have slowed down but she was having such a good time. Bri wasn’t much of a heavy weight when it came to drinking. She danced right by the dj booth with her party guests as if without a care in the world.
The intoxicated young woman glanced beside her to find Kim on the lap of some guy, making out on one of Brandon’s comfortable armchairs. She suddenly felt the sting of jealousy as she thought about Brandon and how badly she wished he were there to kiss her. She thought of when the time would come that sleep would claim her and she would have to sleep in his big bed all by herself. She was saddened by her thoughts and also began to feel sick.
The party was still raging as she passed dizzily through crowds of people who complimented her on the awesome festivities. She finally made it to the grand staircase and walked up the steps slowly but felt terribly ill right at the top. She gave up and slumped on the step, her head spinning. She held it in her hands, attempting to calm the orbit in her skull.
Briana lifted her heavy head from her hands and looked around from a top the stairs. The house was a complete mess. She hoped that wasn’t one of Brandon’s sculptures broken on the floor and just her drunken imagination. The cleaner’s had their work cut out for them tomorrow. Bri thought about maybe ending the party but figured it’d be impossible with that many people. She decided to just let the party die down on it’s own and once again attempted to head to their room until she saw him.
Briana’s heart nearly leapt out of her mouth. She saw Brandon walk in, his expression held a mixture of shock and disappointment. The grip he had on a bouquet of roses loosened as they fell to the floor. For a moment she was actually happy to see him. She wanted to run into his arms ecstatically but when his stare settled on her, she knew that would be a mistake. The look on Brandon’s face was frightening. Downright lethal and she was surprised it didn’t kill her dead on the spot. It was brutal.
The shivering girl hoped that Claude or Jerry didn’t come out of left field to scream out ‘I TOLD YOU SO!’ Then suddenly as soon as he walked in, he turned and walked out. Briana almost leapt to her feet after him but remembered the look he gave and her whirling brain as she barfed into a vase beside the steps. She knew he wouldn’t be happy about that either. Briana groaned as she wiped her mouth on her arm. She was the one who was a mess. She felt disgusting for having gotten so wasted to the point of retching.
The sound of police sirens invaded the house as fast as the group of cops did. They announced the party was over, kicking everyone out as people scattered, ran and fell out of Brandon’s mansion. Briana wondered if she should run with them. She knew she should have but she didn’t have the energy. Maybe after a nap, she rationalized.
Briana began to doze off against the staircase railing when she felt a light nudge. She looked up to find Jerry smiling down at her compassionately.
“ Let’s get you to bed. “ He said softly. The pathetically drunk girl let the strong man cradle her in his arms and take her into the bedroom. He gently set her down on the bed, her head quickly falling to the side of the soft pillow. He removed her heels and put a sheet over her.
“ Thanks, Jerry. “ she mumbled.
“ Get some rest, Ms. Dina. “ Jerry whispered and exited the room. Briana was out cold in a matter of seconds.
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The house was finally calm and quiet as Briana slept peacefully. That was all she wanted to do. Sleep before the harsh reality of the mistake she had made came to bite her on the ass. She had no idea how hard that bite would be…
The bedroom door flung open, slamming against the wall loudly, as Brandon stalked towards the bed. All the lights in the room came on as Briana stirred slightly but didn’t react right away. To have said that Brandon was furious was an understatement.
“ Who the FUCK do you think you are, you worthless, ungrateful, little cunt!? “ He shouted irately.
Briana was still drunk but the weight of his words stung a bit. That was the meanest thing he had ever said to her, anyone for the matter. She opened her blurry eyes slowly to his scowl as he stood beside the bed. “ Do you have any idea what you’ve done? “ She squinted at him, shaking her head softly. “ Of course you don’t. You’re too selfish. “ He shook his head.
Briana felt herself dozing off again. Brandon sighed and crossed his arms. “ I’ve given you too much control in our relationship. I have to take it back. “
Briana was trying to make sense of what he was saying but the drowsiness from the alcohol was making it more than difficult to stay awake. She groaned, “ Can’t we just talk in the morning? I feel sick. “
Brandon was not having that. He snatched the covers off of her. “ Get up! “ She groaned again in response. “ GET THE FUCK UP! “ He roared.
Briana whimpered as his yelling made her head thump. She tried to cover her self with the sheets again but he roughly yanked them off the bed and threw them to the floor.
“ Briana, “ He started more calmly, “ Get up now. You’re only making this worse. “
“ What the fuck are you talking about? “ She muttered, her eyes still shut. Making this worse? What the hell was he on about? Briana knew he would be mad… Obviously… but she didn’t think it would be to that extent. She wished that he would just get in bed with her and go to sleep. Later on, when she was back to feeling herself again, they could resolve whatever situation there was and then they could have make up sex.
When Brandon didn’t answer, Briana couldn’t help falling back asleep until he leaned over her and shook her awake. “ Wake the fuck up right now, Briana. This is the last time I’m telling you. “ He growled in her face.
“ Alright, asshole! “ She screamed, pushing him away and sitting up. “ I’m up! For fuck’s sake, what do you want? “ He wanted her awake? Fine. But she wasn’t going to be little miss fucking sunshine.
He stared at her blankly from the end of the bed and leaned on the post. “ Take off your clothes. “ He simply said.
He had to be kidding. Briana stared at him revolted as she scoffed, “ You want to fuck? “
Brandon glared at her, letting silence establish his answer.
She rolled her eyes. “ Well, why then? “
He exhaled strongly and stood upright. He began to undo his belt. “ Do as I say, Briana. “
“ You’re kidding, right? “
“ Do I look like I’m kidding? “ No, he did not. What was he doing? Brandon slipped off his black leather belt and folded it. He held both ends of it in one hand as it brushed against his thigh. Briana stared at the belt then back at him, trying to make sense out of the situation. Though it didn’t take her too long to figure out… But Briana couldn’t fathom it. There was no way! He was going to- He couldn’t possibly- He would never!
Brandon was going to hit her with that belt.
Brandon’s face was void of emotion. His beautiful face said nothing. His gaze that usually worshipped her was blank. Who was this person that stood before her? She didn’t recognize him. Briana looked away from him and down at her lap as she began to panic in realization. Her breathing picked up and her heart raced as the dread over came her. What had she done? What was she doing there? How would she escape? Was he seriously going to belt her?
“ Brandon, “ She swallowed. “ What’s that belt for? “ Her voice trembled as she continued to look away from him.
“ I think you know. “
The frightened girl’s heart nearly stopped. There had to be away to convince him of otherwise. She had to find a way to get out of it. She looked up at him, lips pursed; her glossy eyes threatening to spill tears at any moment.
Brandon sighed like he was bored and shook his head. “ That’s not going to work tonight. “
“ Baby, “ She pouted. “ I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a bad girl but I can make it up to you, I promise. “
“ Like I said, that is not going to work tonight. “
“ Brandon- “
“ Briana! Take that fucking dress off! “
Briana flinched but she would not give up so easily. She slid off the bed and walked over to him. She stood in front of him as he looked down at her and she asked, “ What are you going to do if I take it off? “
Brandon’s tone was icy as he said, “ You’re going to find out. “ Briana shivered at his affirmation, and not the pleasurable shivers he usually gave her. Briana shivered in terror. “ Now, be a good girl for me and take that dress off. “
The sudden overwhelming fear consumed the young woman. He was serious. He was seriously going to hit her. “ You are not doing this, “ She said as firmly as she could while backing away from him. “ Why are you doing this? “ She whimpered, cowering.
“ Briana, I’m trying to be as brief in this situation as possible. Do as I say and take it off. “
“ Brandon, I know you don’t want to do this to me. I know it! “ She shook her head as the tears fell from her eyes.
Brandon ran a weary hand through his dark hair. “ I have to punish you. You know that. “
“ I don’t know that! “ Briana cried. She closed her eyes that fell with hysterical tears. She prayed it was just a nightmare. Brandon was not a monster. He couldn’t be! “ Are you really going to hurt me? “
He nodded. “ I’m going to teach you a lesson. “
She cried loudly, “ But why would you ever want to hurt me? “ She couldn’t conceive it. She needed to. Maybe he was just trying to scare her.
Brandon looked at her gravely. “ Because, you deserve it. “
Briana would have laughed if she wasn’t petrified but she couldn’t stay that way for long. She had to find some sort of escape route. She glanced at the door then back at Brandon. She would give him one more chance and if he didn’t budge, she would run like hell.
Briana sat down on the bed and spread her legs. She was usually irresistible to him and hoped he would remember that. “ If you want it off so badly, “ She said softly as she traced the curve of her full breast with a light fingertip. “ Come do it yourself. “
His expression never faltered. “ You’re making this worse. “
Briana shut her legs and shouted, “ Have you lost your mind!? “
He shook his head. “ No, Briana, I haven’t. “ He sighed in frustration, “ You either get up off that bed and undress, or I will drag you off it. “
That was it. Briana leapt off the bed and ran towards the door. She ran with everything she had, the panic, the fear, and she reached it. She grabbed the knob and turned it but to no avail. It was locked! This fucking psycho locked the door!
Briana turned back to Brandon in terror as he continued to stare at her, belt in hand, unimpressed. She was breathing hard and didn’t know what to do. She wanted to throw her self to the floor and beg for mercy. Plead her case! Show him how truly sorry she was and make him stop. But she could not bring her self to do it. As she stood there on that plank above shark-infested waters, Briana just couldn’t. Maybe because she loathed the look on her captor’s face, or maybe it was her pride.
“ Fuck you. “ She spat bitterly.
Brandon took a step towards her and she lost it. Briana looked hysterically around the room for a place to hide. She saw the bathroom and began to run towards it but he was too fast. Brandon gripped her slender waist and flung her to the floor. He was on her as soon as she hit it. She shrieked and tried to fight him, to slap him, or punch him, but she was weak and exhausted and he was always stronger and more determined.
Brandon ripped the little red dress she had bought especially for the party, right off her. He yanked the soft material of her thong with ease as well. She was naked beneath him in seconds; squirming, crying, begging him to stop. Briana would beg now. She would! The lesson had been learned! She knew that she could never try and pull one on him again. She knew that she had pushed him too far and she was sorry.
“ Brandon, please, “ She cried. “ Please I’m so sorry, baby! I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hit me! “
Brandon looked away from her tearful face momentarily and Briana took the opportunity to try and grab him and kiss him in hopes of softening him. To attempt to divert him from a situation she didn’t think she could ever forgive. He pushed her off him; letting the back of her head hit the floor. Her head spun and her body felt limp. She thought for a moment she had blacked out until she felt it.
The belt, coming down hard on her ass as it stung. Brandon had Briana turned over on his lap as he belted her with astounding force. Every lash making her tense and shiver as she whimpered and screamed in pain. She felt the belt as it drove in ferocious welts onto her bottom and thighs and it burned like fire.
Briana could hear him breathing hard with every hard crack of the belt against her flushed skin. She hoped he wasn’t getting off on her pain like some sick fuck, but then again he was beating her with a belt.
She found her voice and cried, “ Please stop! What are you doing to me? “
“ I’m breaking you. “ He said with another hard lash.
Briana was horrified. Breaking me!? Of what!? My will? What was she suppose to be? Some sort of wild horse? She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Brandon was breaking her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“ You’re a monster! “ She shrieked.
Brandon gave her another lash but that one did her in. The sickness that was building up inside her mixed with Brandon’s malicious act towards her, made her gag again. Briana threw up on the floor beside them, coughing, causing Brandon to stop. It was all alcohol but she still felt ashamed even though it was his fault. He moved her aside and stood up. He looked at her a moment and then sighed going into the bathroom.
Upon his arrival, he brought a towel and tossed it to the whimpering girl on his floor. “ Clean it up. “ He said curtly and exited the room.
Briana sat up and flinched at the pain on her sore bottom. She sniffled miserably as she attempted to wipe the puke but suddenly got the urge to retch again. This time she ran and made it to the bathroom. She let out a fair amount of puke and was sure she was done for the night. She walked over to the sink and looked at her swollen eyes and tear-streaked face in the mirror. She snarled at her reflection, angry at feeling so pathetic. How could she have let this happen? If he had wanted to kill her she surely would have been dead. She would have let her life just slip away from her so easily. She almost felt sick again.
Briana washed her face and rinsed out her mouth with some mouthwash. She was startled when she heard a noise behind her and turned hastily around to find Brandon leaned against the doorway. For a moment, she wanted to cover her self, realizing she was naked. She suddenly felt embarrassed, like she was nude in front of some stranger. In a way, she was. The man that beat her wasn’t the man that enticed her every night and made her feel beautiful. The man that stood before her was emotionless and apathetic and she didn’t know him at all. But in truth, did she ever really know him?
Brandon jerked his head toward the bedroom and she glared at him remembering the vomit she hadn’t finished cleaning up. She quickly stomped passed him and began to wipe lamely at it. He cursed behind her and walked into the bathroom, returning with more washcloths. He kneeled beside her and began to help her clean up.
“ You know what you’re problem is, “ He said as he wiped beside her, keeping his glare at the ground. “ You don’t know what’s good for you. “
Briana wanted to smash the puke-smeared towels in his face but held back. Instead, she finished up quickly and took the dirty cloths into the bathroom. She washed her hands twice, rinsing them and soaping them again in an attempt to stall from returning to the bedroom. When she walked out she found him standing by the bed as he leaned against the post again.
“ Happy now? “ Briana hissed; Her voice hoarse from screaming and pleading to him.
Brandon nodded. “ It’s true though, “
“ What? “ She snapped.
He took a step forward but she did not flinch or back away. She would not. Not this time. “ That you don’t know what’s good for you, “ He glared. “ You test people. You like to see how far you can push them. How far they’re willing to go. But let me tell you something, I won’t be pushed. “ He scathingly warned.
Briana was fuming. “ Well let me tell you something, “ She sneered, stepping up to him. “ That maybe true but I didn’t fucking deserve what you did to me. No fucking way. “
Brandon sighed, “ There was no other recourse. “
Briana was stunned by his words. She wanted to spit right in his cold-blooded face and before she knew it, she was acidly spitting the words, “ I hate you. “
Brandon’s chiseled jaw tightened and she could tell it bothered him. Good! She thought. She wanted to get a fucking rise out of him. Some sort of reaction! She continued, getting increasingly more furious as she snarled, “ I hate you. I fucking hate you! I HATE you, Brandon! “
He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her roughly to him. Their noses touching and lips grazing. He stared into her electric blue orbs intently as he breathed, “ You don’t hate me. You hate yourself. You’ve never known what’s good for you, Briana. I am going to show you. “
“ No! “ She screamed, pushing at his strong chest. “ No! Fuck you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU- “
Briana’s screams were quickly muffled by Brandon’s lips as they crashed on to hers hard. She struggled against his stern body in an attempt to get away but he kept at her. He tangled his hand into her dark auburn locks as he shoved his hot tongue into her mouth. His other hand held firmly onto her back as it ran down to the small of it and she nearly moaned into the lewd kiss.
Briana was absolutely livid at her body’s betrayal; so livid that she bit down onto his bottom lip, drawing out the metallic taste of blood into her mouth. Brandon pulled away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, staring at the blood. He almost smiled, but when he looked back up at his sweet peaches’ tear-streaked face his look changed.
It was remorseful almost, apologetic even. Briana stared back cautiously, wondering what had sparked this sudden change of heart. She wanted to know, wanted to ask, but decided against it. Instead deciding to take that opportunity to run towards the door again.
Brandon placed his hands in his pockets as he watched her try to open the door. She finally was able to still her shaking hands enough to turn the knob properly and open it. Briana sighed in relief and turned to look at him.
“ Where are you going? “ He asked softly.
“ I’m leaving you! “ She yelled and threw open the door, purposely making it slam against the wall as he did earlier.
“ You don’t have any clothes on. “ He shook his head, a small smile tracing his lips.
Yeah, no thanks to him! What the fuck was so funny? She wasn’t some sort of child. She wasn’t stupid! Briana hated him more than ever in that very instant. She gaited over to him harshly and slapped him right across the face. He didn’t even bat an eye but he did grab her arm and firmly pulled her to him. She tried to yank her arm away but of course his grip was tight.
“ Where will you go, Briana? “ He asked; his stare fixed into hers.
“ As far away from you as possible. “ She scowled.
Brandon shook his head slowly as if saying ‘no, that was not going to happen.’ That enraged her further. Who the fuck did he think he was?
“ Let go of me, “ She said through gritted teeth. “ Let go! “
He did. The frustratingly handsome man let her go. Briana was surprised and almost slightly disappointed. She didn’t spend too much time thinking about it though. She ran into the closet and pulled out a tank top and sweat pants. She quickly pulled the soft tank on and slowly put on the sweat pants. She flinched and whimpered from her reddened and swollen behind and thighs.
Briana walked out of the closet and into the room searching for her slippers. She would return for the rest of her things later, or maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d leave it all behind and start a new life somewhere else. Somewhere Brandon could never find her and hurt her again. The tears streamed down her face at the thought. Why did he have to do this to her?
She turned to him and shook her head, “ You shouldn’t have done that to me, Brandon. That should have never happened. “
“ Listen, Briana- “ He started but she wouldn’t let him finish.
“ I don’t want to listen! “ She cried, continuing to aimlessly search for her slippers then finding them beside the door and slipping them on.
Brandon sighed, “ We need to talk about this. “
“ No we don’t! You’re fucking sick. “
He reached out to hold her hand but she jerked back, suddenly afraid again. “ You better leave me alone, “
“ You can’t leave like this. We need to talk. “
“ I don’t want to talk! You didn’t want to talk while I begged and cried my eyes out. You didn’t want to talk while you beat me with your fucking belt! “
“ I’m sorry, Briana. I lost my temper but you- “
“ I didn’t deserve that! “ Briana turned to him, furiously.
Brandon hung his head and nodded sadly in agreement. He had done something that to her knowledge was a terrible thing. Making her understand was going to be more difficult than he had anticipated. He almost forgot how green his pretty little peach still was. He watched her as she wiped at the incessant tears from her sniffling face. She pouted, “ You’re mean. “ She sounded like a scared little girl almost and it was endearing to him.
“ I’m sorry, babe, “ He apologized, the gaze he usually held returning. “ Tell me what I can do to remedy this. “ He began to walk towards her but she put out her hand, halting him.
“ You can leave me alone, “ She sniffed. “ for good. “
“ You don’t mean that. “ He told her.
“ I do, “ She nodded, even if she really didn’t mean it. “ I really do. “
Briana turned away from him and began to run out of the room. She wasn’t sure where she would go but everything inside her told her to run. She had to go, she had to get away from him. If she didn’t leave now then she would never leave. Brandon had proved to be unpredictable and an obvious loose canon though she still didn’t feel particularly unsafe. He had hurt her but she still wanted to reach out and touch him. That scared her.
Brandon didn’t run but he followed after her. He wasn’t about to let her go that easily and she knew that. Briana raced down the hall and was about to do the same down the stairs when he called out to her…
“ Briana, you need to let me explain this to you! “
Briana saw him picking up his pace and anxiousness suddenly set in. She was about to take her first sprint down when she somehow managed to trip over her foot and fall forward, tumbling down the hard steps. She could hear Brandon scream out her name desperately when he saw her fall over.
When Briana finally landed her back hit the floor first, knocking out her wind and leaving her gasping for air. When her head hit the floor, the last thing she remembered was Brandon’s beautiful face twisted in anguish before the darkness consumed her and pitch black was all there was.
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Oh man, that was serious. Thoughts? Comments? Reviews? Let me know and I'll let you know where Brandon's little clumsy peach has landed her self now.... I'm off to finish up Blink and you miss a beat... Keep those eyes peeled!
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