Him.. (Val x Reader/oc)

Chapter 2: When I was alive.

"You do...want this job, don't you?" The director said. I'm an actress, and a good one, I just needed to prove that to someone else. I left home for the big city of L.A. when I was only 17, now I'm 24, almost 25, and I had been waiting on my big break. That's when I met him, J.T. Blares. Some hotshot director, he seemed to be pretty well known, and he was handsome too. "W-well I-"
*1 year ago ago*

I sipped the coffee in my hand, and thanked the kind man who had bought it for me. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair and square frame glasses, and he wore a 3 piece suit—that's not important to the story, but it's important to me that you know that— "So...you work in Hollywood?" I asked, he smiled, and as he did so I noticed a small gap in his teeth, "Of course! And I can make you a star! I just know it! From the moment I saw you kid, I thought "she is destined for greatness!" Y'know? Besides, I've worked with tons of wom—Stars. Trust me." He said, his hands flapping around like he was fighting off a bee. "Like who?" I questioned him, I wasn't expecting anyone too grand. "Well you know, Goldie hawn, Jessica Lange, I was good pals with Elvis, Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, and many, many others." I nodded. "A-and you think I could be as good as them?" I looked down at the pavement beneath us, as we walked down the street unsure of what he saw in me. Then he stopped in-front of me, and caressed my face with his hand, moving it slightly so we made eye contact, before leaning in and whispering in my ear "I think you could be even better doll." He was much older than me, but looked young, he was fit, and lean, handsome. And I was young, naive, and downright stupid.

*L.A., J.T. Studios, 1998.*
"Yes...yes I want the job J.T." I sighed, defeated. For months we had been rehearsing for a movie he was writing, months of practicing lines and a promised lead role, only for him to pull this shit. He had decided last minute that he was going to hold auditions for the lead, and that if I really wanted the job I'd prove it to him by..."That's what I thought, listen Y/n, no one is going to treat you as well as I do, ok? No one. I want you to succeed but it seems that I keep giving and giving and giving, and you just don't give in return! I'm asking you for one tiny favor!" He paced around the room as he spoke, gesturing his hands around. "Now, how bad do you want this role? Hm?" He said, standing still in front of me, looking me dead in the eyes. "....more than anything." I answered, making eye contact, my eyes pleading that he wouldn't do this. "Good, good. So...." He climbed into the bed next to me, "prove it. And the part is all yours doll."

*3 hours later*
I drove myself home, tears streaming down my face making my vision blurry, it didn't help that there was a rain storm happening either, or that I was high off my ass, I shouldn't be driving, but I was so pissed off and disgusted with myself, I'm so desperate for a role that I would sleep with that monster, I couldn't bring myself to stay until I was sober enough to drive. "That stupid piece of shit...i really was just a toy in his stupid game...G*d." I looked in the rear view mirror, and wiped the make up off my face, the big bright lights in front of me nearly blinding me. Wait...FUCK. I swerved, crashing my car down the forest bank and into a large palm tree. The airbags went up, and all I could hear was a loud ringing, and then nothing. Nothing at all. My vision had blurred, slowly I closed my eyes, deciding to relax in the silence.