Disclaimer: TDI characters belong to Fresh TV.
Hi, Seth here and this is my new story, which crosses the line to M in a later chapter. It comprises mostly fanon, with the main couple being Alejandro/Bridgette/Duncan. Sides include Ezekiel/Izzy, Geoff/Gwen, Trent/LeShawna, DJ/Heather and Noah/Lindsay. Please take your time to enjoy.
"Loco bitch! Who provides the high life for you? It's me, you imbecile!" A tan man growled in accented English.
"Alejandro, I'm not your sex toy, I'm your girl..." The petite blonde did not finish, as her physically superior beau battered her once more. As his palm stung her beautiful face over and over again, Bridgette could only silently sob. This finally concluded when the Hispanic hotshot shoved her down onto the bed and walked out. The resulting slam was ear rending.
Lying on the bedstead brought no reprieve either. It yielded little warmth, the ardor for each other having long subsided. Now, the cold pervaded her, as she could only think of what could have been. Alejandro wasn't lascivious all the time: he had held her dear in his sinewy arms mere months ago. His smile could light the brightest star in the night. Now all of this was gone. From everyone's dream man, he had shed his demure exterior; transforming into a ravenous wolf. This disastrous degeneration daunted her...
Flashback:
The moon was at its brightest, the crickets breaking out in rhapsodic song. Bridgette stayed up faithfully; she was unable to fall into the arms of Morpheus. Alejandro was still out, while the kind-hearted lass pined for his deft touch.
When her bedazzling boyfriend finally returned, he was stone drunk, looking like he had been hanging with his amigos.
"Meeeeeeeee want sex! Meeeeeeeee want sex!" He looked truly enervated, so the blonde dismissed his slurred speech.
Bridgette tried to prop him up, but then it happened startlingly.
The suntan supermodel began feeling up underneath her shirt, trying to explore her full moons. His expression sent tremors all over the surfer's body. Of course, Bridgette was more than athletic to resist her lust-driven significant other. Desperately jostling with the Spanish natural, she didn't expect his palm to swat her like a housefly. The buff boyfriend garroted the helpless teen for a while, before relinquishing his grip.
That night did not spell the conclusion to Alejandro's violence. In fact, it only exacerbated. As bruising the treatment her beloved's new violent streak caused, Bridgette clung to Alejandro dearly. Suitors came to Alejandro, not the other way round, and it was rare that the model treated her like his only. However, that seemed like a distant memory, as her world was now ruddy red, with blood running down her stunning face like a faucet. Bridgette was never one to cry; but on this occasion she wept woefully.
The next day, having mostly recovered from her caustic ordeal, the surfer girl went to Geoff and Gwen's party. Bridgette had broke up with Geoff after Total Drama Action due to the relationship getting stale. This would turn out to be a great decision as Geoff then hooked up with Gwen, while Bridgette also found her soul mate in Alejandro. Well, it was a good decision until Alejandro's abuse started.
At the bash, everyone was having fun. Geoff certainly brought out a vivacious side in the no-nonsense girl after they got together. Izzy and Ezekiel were at their usual best. The former carried the latter bridal style, while atop a table before breaking into song, causing the poor prairie boy's legs to turn to jelly. Trent was playing a song on his guitar, as always, while LeShawna looked on lovingly. Even Heather and Noah were enjoying themselves, making out with DJ and Lindsay respectively. Just then, the door opened and everyone stood rooted to the ground, his or her breath temporarily stopping as Bridgette came in.
"What happened, Bridge?" The various bandages on her face betrayed her instantly.
"Where's Alejandro?"
"I knew that evil guy was up to no good,"
As predicted, the tsunami of questions soon engulfed Bridgette. "I'm fine, I just got scratched by a restless dog while at the vet center. Alejandro has something on, and he has nothing to do with this."
With that, Bridgette atypically went into a lone corner, away from the colloquy of the others, as her friends shook their heads in resignation.
The very corner that Bridgette now resided in was home to another person, the viridian-haired delinquent, also known as the most eligible bachelor in Canada. He had broke up with Courtney over monetary disputes, which meant he solely possessed the million-dollar briefcase.
"So Malibu, how's life," Duncan conversed playfully.
"Fine," was her terse reply.
"Wanna surf together next week?"
"Fine,"
"Wanna..."
That's how far Duncan got in conversation with Bridgette, after receiving a cocktail shot to the head. The party went on uneventfully, save for Izzy taking poor Zeke on a vine swinging adventure. With a heavy heart, Bridgette bade farewell to her Total Drama friends. The nebulous sky loomed ominously. Things weren't going to look up when she got home.
Bridgette proceeded with caution when opening the door, but that was superfluous. Alejandro was inebriated after downing some beer, leaving the Mexican drama on tap to blare.
Out of concern, the marigold-haired surfer turned off the television, which was unwise as it gained the Latin lover's attention.
"Stupid bitch! Why did you switch off the TV! Coming home so late, you made me stay up for so long! Now you terminate my entertainment!"
Bridgette knew Alejandro was contradictory, as she had been getting the short end of the stick with her boyfriend's late night escapades. However, Alejandro's charming features ironically induced trepidation, and she knew he would snap if she showed the slightest sign of fighting back.
Staying silent did nothing to placate her, however, as this only made Alejandro irascible. He punched her hard in the face, causing the destitute surfer girl to collapse like a straw house. Next, he just callously stomped on Bridgette like a doormat. When he deemed fit, Alejandro finally stopped, leaving Bridgette in a repugnant mess of blood and tears.
That proved to be the turning point. Once Alejandro fell asleep, the surfer girl packed her bags and beloved surfboard, before departing the house that had degenerated into hell.