LUCA JACKSON WAS going insane.

He'd been on house arrest since the fall of his European tour. He hadn't, and still wasn't, allowed to leave the mansion. His downfall was something no one saw coming-no one except Luca.

He didn't expect to be forced to go on a world tour after finding out what he had. He wasn't mentally stable to go and act happy when he felt anything but that. His management didn't care about anything but the money he was putting in their pockets. That was their downfall from the start-that was Hollywood's biggest flaw; no one cared about anyone; they only cared about who was making them money.

When Luca had a breakdown on stage telling his thousands of fans to go fuck themselves and that they all should live their pathetic lives somewhere else, he wasn't aiming it at them. His anger was towards his manager, Brandy Manning, and all the fucked up events and circumstances that shaped Luca to be the way he was currently. All the anger and trauma he endured over the years came out that day. Everything he forced himself to push down and forget blew up on the only people who truly were there for him.

The liquor couldn't contain him anymore. He's relied on alcohol too much growing up that now it barely got him drunk. Sure, it helped him not feel, but it never made him forget. Nothing could ever make him forget what he went through so young. Drinking was his way of fake control and not feeling anything, but it never helped him out in the long run in Hollywood.

Hollywood to people was the beautiful place that made dreams come true. It was the destination all people with big ambitions came to when they knew their dreams were going to become a reality. If only everyone knew how dark and twisted Hollywood truly was.

Luca stood up from the couch, the pretzel and potato chip crumbs fell to the dirty floor in the process. His legs shook beneath him, his bare feet walking beside the dozens of glass shards from the night before. Beer cans and different empty liquor bottles settled all around him, but mainly in his living room and kitchen since he never made it further than the first step to get to the second floor.

Walking to the counter, Luca stumbled over the chair as he tried to regain his breath.

It was bitterly quiet throughout the house.

He couldn't put music on anything, Brandy took his phone and anything technology related beside his television away after the tour. All he'd left him with was his piano and notebook as a way of release and entertainment.

He needed therapy-he needed something to help him. Brandy thought if he gave Luca all the liquor he could think of, he could repress the memories that haunted Luca every day, but it did anything but that. Drinking didn't help his anger and resentment for himself and everyone around him. Even though Brandy was a well known and respected manager and producer amongst Hollywood, no one knew who he truly was behind curtains-no one besides his money-making artists and other dirty producers. If the artists wanted to keep their stardom and didn't want to live a life of hell, they had to do everything, and anything, Brandy told them to.

Brandy was a part of Luca's life-no matter how fucked up and twisted he was. Whatever Luca did, Brandy had to know, and if he didn't, he'd surely find out. Luca couldn't escape Hollywoods life-and he had himself to blame for that.

It was all his fault.

Everything that happened to him growing up was his mistake because he wanted so badly to be a part of Hollywood. He had what was coming to him. What Brandy did to him was his own doing.

Luca was good at ignoring everything terrible that happened to him growing up. It was easy for him to not think of all the traumatizing things he'd been through while being in Hollywood's spotlight. That didn't mean he never forgot what he'd been through-nor did it mean there wasn't an aftermath of it either. Ignorance of what traumatized him into the person he was today was once easy with drinking and parties.

He wasn't the only person traumatized by Hollywood, but that didn't mean it made it any better. Being able to know whenever someone came to Hollywood and he couldn't help or tell them to get as far away as possible was just as bad as being an ignorant bystander to a murder. He wanted to help so badly, but that only made everything so much worse.

The two large grey pit bulls laid on his couch. They paid no attention to the man that was slowly losing his insanity. Brandy gave him animals, but didn't send him to any rehabilitation center or gave him therapy in fear that everything he'll let out will leak to the public. Brandy had this fear that all the horrible and traumatic things he'd done to his clients would come out and ruin his reputation-but he'd never admit that fear. He knew Luca wouldn't hold back on his emotions or past traumatic events, and being open like that could easily ruin Brandy's golden reputation.

Luca had been in his house for seven months with nothing but dogs to keep him company. Brandy and Mavis would occasionally come to do a check-up to see if he was ready for the viewers' eyes, but he wanted nothing to do with them or even be in the same room as them. They kept him hostage in a mansion and only came to check up on him for selfish reasons.

Quickly opening the backdoor, Luca watched as the two dogs ran into the grassy area with each other. Closing the door while breathing heavily, Luca leans against the glass door. Was this his punishment for not helping her? For not telling his story? For letting what happened to him continue to happen? Was this his downfall? No, no it couldn't be-Brandy wouldn't let his number one money maker go just because of a 'small' mental breakdown. Luca was in Hollywood's fucked up lifestyle for as long as he lived. He didn't have any way out, his breakdown proved that enough.

Before casting him out from the public's eyes, Brandy told Luca's followers through all his social media accounts that he was 'taking a short break from the media due to too much stress'. Brandy never told him what the aftermath of that was, but Luca could only imagine the fire he was under from Twitter.

Although he's been famous since he was a teenager, the internet never once treated him like a human being-especially the people on Twitter. No matter how bad he wanted to end his career, and no matter how many times Twitter tried to 'cancel' him with something petty, nothing ever worked to get him fired from his label. This time though, he was giving them a good reason to cancel him-if only this time he knew if they did or not.

Without the listeners, Luca was nothing. Brandy couldn't control that. The management couldn't control that-no one beside the listeners decided whether or not he was to be a part of Hollywood. Sure, he signed a contract with his record label to make music for years, but he couldn't make them money if no one streamed his music. The record label and his career were in the palm of millions of people-but to Brandy Manning of course, he was the puppeteer and Luca was the puppet.

A loud beep from the dishwasher startled Luca, quickly bringing him back to his bitter reality. All he could do was think and talk to himself. He didn't have any friends, and his bodyguards were quiet assholes who only did what Brandy asked them to do. Luca's dogs were his only companions, and he hadn't even given them a name besides thing one and two.

He was livid.

People didn't understand what he was going through-and the ones that did were just like him-people who had to push down the memories and trauma and put on a fake smile in front of the cameras.

He wanted to break the liquor bottles in front of him. He wanted to throw the glass vase Brandy gifted him when he turned twenty and turned it into nothing but tiny shards-so he did. He took the cart of empty liquor bottles and threw them to the tiled floor. Thousands of glass shards erupted everywhere on the tiled floor as the metal cart fell with a bang. All he'd done for the past seven months was break the bottles he'd drunk. Brandy gave him whatever he wanted, drink wise, of course. Therapy to Brandy was drinking and claiming that everything that happened helped make Luca's future what it was today. To Brandy and people on the outside world, Luca lived an extravagant lifestyle. Partied every week, a new woman around his arm every month, and tours around every corner. His life was every man's hope and dream-if only they knew what he had to endure to get it and maintain it.

'Everything's that's happened to you is your fault,' he says bitterly to himself. 'What kind of a man are you?'

He took his hair in his hand and pulled roughly at the roots. His screams echoed throughout his large and empty mansion. What was the point in living in such a prominent place when he never left his living room? Did he even deserve it? Any of it? Was this the payment of everything he'd endured? Was having a roof over his head equivalent to the trauma he suffered for growing up in Hollywood? Were the fancy cars and getting invited to the best parties and clubs a way for the people that did everything wrong to him apologizing? No, no, they didn't feel guilt or resentment at themselves for the things they've done to him and many other artists.

It was evident by Brandy's decision not to help him and keep on torturing him. Brandy was doing what he did to Luca all these years on innocent new people. He couldn't do anything about it either. No one would believe a sick alcoholic who ruined his golden reputation in over a year. People who had it made in Hollywood reached a certain point in their career that whenever they fucked up, there couldn't be any consequences. Brandy was at the top tier, whereas Luca wasn't too far behind him. He didn't want to be on Brandy's level-or even to be placed on the fucked up Hollywood pyramid.

Luca screamed, bending down on his knees as he took in deep breaths.

He knew the cameras were catching this all; he'd just hoped Brandy didn't watch them anymore. After being under house arrest for so long, the hours and hours of tapes were the last thing Brandy needed to worry about when it came to Luca. He was a ticking bomb-waiting for the next time he exploded, but this time, the aftermath wasn't going to only hurt him.

Brandy needed to keep their eyes close on him-he needed to make sure he didn't say anything he wasn't supposed to say. After being told what to do and say for years, Luca had grown into the routine of never having his own opinions or thought process. Everything that came out of his mouth were Brandy's words. It was like Brandy was living through Luca and Luca was nothing but a vacant ghost letting him take over his body. He needed to get out-he needed to breathe. He needed to be alive again. Luca needed to take down Hollywood looking his best.

Brandy won't let him even step foot off his lawn if he wasn't going to pretend like everything was fine. And that was what he had to do-he had to act to live. But did he want to live if it meant going through all of it? Did he want to watch people go through what he had? No, no, he couldn't think like that, not when he had a plan to change everything.

Luca had to make sure the whole place was together by next week. He needed to look put together. His check-up with Brandy was going to decide if he was mentally ready to go back under the public's eyes and back into the fucked up world of Hollywood-a world he entered so young and innocently and was now scarred and tainted from. He needed to act composed and healthy-both things being foreign to the feelings.

Luca groaned, slamming his hands on the counter as he let out a frustrated scream. He needed a way of release, and since he couldn't talk to someone about what he needed to; the only way of liberation was to release it angrily.

He stepped back, he opened the back door as the bright sunlight blinded his eyes. Stepping onto the overgrown grass, Luca watched as the two dogs left their corner spot and ran over to him excitedly.

"Come here," he muttered to the dogs, watching them jump around his legs.

Luca stared down at them lifelessly, and when they barked he picked up a bone from beside him and threw it they forgot all about him. Was this going to be his life now? Either lie to the public about how Brandy and himself were both okay, and everything was fine? Or would he be stuck in isolation because he didn't want to turn into the bad guy? Was his only way of feeling love and comfort from two dogs that he didn't even name yet?

Sighing, Luca shook his head as he limped over the door and closed it. He didn't notice it until now the pain in his left foot, but he ignored it as he did for everything else. Walking over the glass shards with no regard, Luca walked to the kitchen cabinet as he grabbed the first full glass bottle he saw. He slid down against the wall, the whisky bottle tightly held in his hand. His foot had small cuts on them from the glass shards, blood dripping down his foot and onto the tiled floor. He didn't care about the mess he made, or the blood that dripped down his foot. All he cared about was knowing whether or not he could leave the mansion and see the one person who truly knew him.

He needed to act like he was Luca Jackson-Popstar sensation with over more than one hundred million fans around the world. He needed to act like he was the most carefree and happy man everyone expected him to be. He needed to lie and fake his way through Hollywood all over again. He had a plan, a plan he knew wasn't going to work if he was still in isolation. He needed to get Brandy's trust back. He needed to be in the spotlight again. He needed all eyes on her to bring down Hollywood.

Luca Jackson was on a mission, a mission to make Hollywood bleed, and it all started with Amina Ryan.

This feels so surreal! I can't believe after having this book in Zuz's hands for three months it's finally out and everyone can now read! You guys wouldn't believe how hard it was for me to not rush publish this book, and thanks to Zuz I had the amazing experience of pre-writing my first book! It's crazy that over three months I wrote 30 chapters, cause we both know if I rush published this book would've have gone over 10 lol.

How did you guys like the first chapter? There a so many hints that tie in with the ending of this book! And gah my poor baby Luca ;( can't even imagine being in his shoes.

NEXT ON HOLLYWOOD BLEEDS: "Amina Ryan was on of Hollywood's newest victims."