Chapter 1
“Oh Mark, I need you, I need you in my life”
“Don’t be a psycho about it. I am only moving to Italy for a year.”
“CUT”
I am exhausted; we have been shooting for hours, my husband and I we are working on our 1st movie together as a couple -“POWER”.
“Mike, my cigarette please”
Mike is my personal assistant, he handed me a cigar in my mouth and lit it up as I was giving my un-divided attention to the script.
Ugh what a fucked up role I have to play, of this shitty ass woman who craves a man?
2:00 a.m. in the morning.
“Mike call Jules in my office immediately”
“Yes.”
“Tyson, I hope you know that when people interrupt me while I smoke. I fuck up their lives”
Tyson was the director. A perverted yet the most talented fucking artist, ugh I despise his talent more than I despise him.
“You are about to make a hit my darling. I have been called up and told that you will be getting 100,000 dollars for this role.”
Oh, fucking hell.
I was ready for my next shot- my hair all done in ashort curly bob, I was wearing my favourite low v cut from the back, dress which defined my curves like I was fucking goddess.
I have to tell Ryan, my husband, was my first thought. Not how proud I am of myself or anything, don’t get me wrong I am not vulnerable but with Ryan maybe I am. He makes me feel so fucking good about myself and my work and how I can’t cook.
I ran all over the set to find him and tell him all about this raise, I mean it was huge deal. In my 14 years as an actress never was I paid more or equal to my co actor and finally? Ugh, I love me.
I barged into his van, gave him the sweetest kiss. He was a tall man with lean figure, doe eyes, sexy smile, and blond hair.
“Good news”
“Good news always brings along bad news honey”
“I got a raise!”
“What? That’s so fucking amazing.”
He kissed me so good. But his next question was the beginning of our end.
“How much?”
“Oh, just you know… 100,000”
“That’s like 50,000 more than what I am getting.
“Oh yeah, I know.”
Fuck, I messed with his ego. Male ego is the most fragile glass in the world and I just cracked his.
“That is great.”
“Well, we have a scene to film so why don’t you quickly come outside?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there”
I left his van but I knew that I cracked him. We are a power couple but can a man ever be happy seeing his woman succeeding?
4:00 a.m. Last scene.
“This job will eat you up Mark, please don’t leave me.”
“Fuck you Mary”
Ryan went off script.
“CUT”
“And that ladies and gentlemen is a wrap. Jules, can you visit my office quickly?”
“Don’t go”, said Ryan.
“But, I have to. He is the director.” I scoffed and laughed a little.
4:30 a.m.
“Jules, you are so amazingly talented. I am here to personally invite you to the premiere.”
You have got to be kidding me. My first premiere, I am so fucking proud of myself.
“Thank you Ty”
5:00 am. We are in Ryan’s 150,000 dollar car.
“What did he have to say?”
“Oh nothing just…listen I don’t want you to be mad or anything but I promise to help you grow and support you in your career as well. He offered me to go to the Premiere.”
“Okay… but you are not actually going right?”
Who the fuck does he think he is?
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I mean there will be only men around and I don’t want to be guarding you like your lapdog all evening.”
“The only thing that you need to guard right now is that fucked up attitude of yours”
I turned towards the window to face it. The premiere was in a month maybe I could fix things between us.
Maybe.
The morning of the premiere.
“Ryan, breakfast”
Things were on a rough patch between us both.
“I don’t want any.”
“I am asking you to make breakfast not eat”
He came uncomfortably close to my face and spit while he said,
“You, dumb fuck. Just because you get paid more than me doesn’t mean I am your fucking servant”
Love’s a fragile little flame it can burn out.
I got up from my bed and grabbed his hair from the back while I spit on him and said,
“Don’t be a pussy Ryan. SAY IT ON MY FUCKING FACE.”
He managed to free himself from my grip and shouted back,
“Yeah well, sucking Tyson’s dick really gave you a head’s up in pay huh?”
Oh this fucked up piece of shit really had the audacity to compare my hard workto his methods of work. So.Fucking.Done.
“Oh come on Ryan, I am not like you. I don’t eat people’s pussy while I am still married. DON’T COME AT ME FOR HAVING NO TALENT”
He slapped me.
SO.FUCKING.DEAD .
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER”
He pinned me against the wall and started assaulting me.
I had to be in my senses. I grabbed the knife next to me and held it against his throat. His hands shot up in the air. He was so pathetic, just like a coward.
“Jules, drop the knife”
I scoffed.
“BEG ME TO”
“What the fuck has money turned you into huh? A monster, look at you”
What a pathetic little man. Jealousy killed the Ryan I liked.
I tightened my grip on the knife and put it against his throat where I could hear the nerves palpitating. I love that sound.
“BEG, ON YOUR KNEES”
“FUCK. Please Jules just drop the knife and everything will be all right. I will forgive you and then you can cheer for me at the premiere. Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it.”
FORGIVE ME? Oh god I wanted to laugh so fucking bad.
“Forgive me? For what, exactly?”
“For everything, for the knife, for your behaviour, for the raise”
“You are so pathetic. SAY THAT YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS SORRY FOR DESTROYING EVERY FUCKING THING. I am not at fault for you not having talent. BEG FOR MY FUCKING MERCY.”
I could see fear in his eyes. So good.
“I am sorry and I beg you to forgive me.”
I dropped the knife. Knelt down kissed his forehead and-
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my house and don’t even fucking dare to show me your face at the premiere, ass.”
“Please Jules don’t do this, this job will eat you up. Don’t leave me.”
“Fuck you, Ryan”
At the premiere.
Cameras were flashing everywhere.
Flash
Flash
Flash
I was wearing a 15,000 dollar diamond harbour dress and my black hair was up in a short curly bob.
I mouthed to every reporter,
“I love, love, love you”
We sat down to watch the movie and thank god Ryan wasn’t anywhere, I could batter his face.
Drop.
A drop of something fell on my shoulder that I couldn’t see in the dark so I ignored it.
More drops started falling all over head and then nose and hands. My white satin dress was now RED.
I looked around in a blood soaked gown and then up to find the body…
I shrieked.
There laid the body of Ryan.
I didn’t cry not even once but I fucking hated him for stealing the spotlight of my big day.
Death was a funny shit.
My first premiere destroyed because of some shit head’s death.
He had a note in pocket which later the police discovered.
It said-
“Jules,
I love, love, love you. See you on the other side”
What have I done? Another man dead in my love?
wow.
