Suddenly my phone goes off before I can think on it.

My head thumping in agony. I would later ensure to change the ringtone to something less antagonising to future hangovers. Once I tapped the green icon, David's voice greeted me in a manner that was far too chipper for the current time of day...

"Go-od morning sleeping beauty and how are we this fine day?"

"Fuck off!"

"Haha! Sorry shit head but I can't let you sleep in. You need to get up and meet me. We have things to talk about."

I pull back and look through my dopey haze to check the time on my phone before answering. "David, piss off. I've got a million things to do today. I have a Vlog to edit before doing a two-hour stream; then I need to arrange interviews for a new scriptwriter."

"No worries John, it's all taken care of."

I pause, nursing my shame as it tries to process what he had just said. "David what the hell are you talking about?"

"John, trust me on this. We need to talk. I've clear the schedule and I've already arranged the interviews for next week."

"YOU DID WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?! Who said you could do that?"

"You did, Jane." I could hear the little shit smirking as he called me by that name. It was a joke he came up with after a very awkward incident at a clothing store; the details of which I will not go into here. I hated it when he called me Jane and he damn well knew it but he also only used that name when he had one up on me. Like today.

"What the hell are you talking about? We only talked about partnering back up. I never actually agreed to anything." My anger was boiling over at this point but I tried hard to restrain myself. Something was up and I only wish I knew then what I had learned the hard way now.

"Oh, but you did my little Janey. I explain everything when you get here. Meet me at my place; I'll text you the address."

The phone when silent. "Hello?...David?...Answer me you fuckwit!" When I realised that he had hung up I screamed, nearly throwing my phone away. Practically jumping out of bed, I raced to my computer and booted it up. I sat for what felt like an eternity as I waited for the operating system to get in gear. It only took two minutes but my anxiety was making it feel like two hours. Once the desktop was up, I raced through my emails. My worst fear was confirmed as soon as I spotted the subject of the first new entry. 02/10/XX Subject: Transfer of Business account confirmed.

Somehow David had gotten control of my account. All the money I have earned from subscriptions and ad revenue were now going to that bastard. The only thing I still had control over was my patreon account. A small sigh of relief claimed my shaking nerves.

The small reprieve, sadly, would not last as the text with John's address suddenly came through. with a small insult added to injury. #See you soon Janey.#

As you can imagine, this was quickly going from bad to worse. Looking back, I know there were things I could have done differently. One phone call, one rationally thought-out idea and I could have avoided everything that was to follow.

My only defence is that I was scared, panicked and not able to see anything but the career I had built being snatched away from me. David's argument was that I deserved it for doing the same thing to him but the truth was he was being a spoilt man-child over the fact that I wasn't going to piss away everything we had worked for the sake of his greed.

What happened next gets a little fuzzy as I would soon learn what transpired last night and unfortunately was doomed to repeat those events.