A bottle is put in front of me to "get my spirits up", I have to be on set in 2 hours and I've not spoken to anyone since Olivia called it all off. And I still can't figure out why. I've had no access to any of my devices because "I'm not fit to be online at this moment".

Because they don't want me to find out what they did. 

I hate February. I hate Mondays. I abhor Mondays in February. And my life, too. 

It's so strange to think that up until a few days ago, I started to love February. 

I take the bottle and my managers, also known as my parents, look at each other, almost wanting to high-five. I get up and I open it. And I throw the liquid down the sink. 

"I stopped doing that at 16, remember?" I say coldly and go on the balcony. I can see all of Beverly Hills from up here. But the only place I want to see is Bucharest. They can't keep me off the Internet forever. And they can't keep me in check forever. I'm 21, after all. I can always just sue them. I can always fire them. 

But why don't I?

Because I love them. Although I feel like they don't love. Although our relationship has always been business. I am still doing all this because I want to make them proud. Because I want them to love me. 

But how long am I going to keep on destroying myself, just to keep on being treated as a paycheck? No. I need to stand up for myself. I need to stand up for my love. I need to...

But my train of thought is lost as Mother grabs my shoulder from behind. 

"It must hurt terribly," she says as she kisses my forehead again. And I am a scared little boy again. Too afraid to say he just wants to go to school, not on set. 

That's when it hits me - I'm back in the slammer.

"If she leaves when the wind blows, then it just wasn't meant to be." Another kiss on the forehead, but this time it doesn't make me scared. It awakes me.

And the conversation in the alleyway... "Love, did you take care of," "Of course! Everything is going to be fine!" The grin.

She was waiting out front. I was late. Mother knew where I was going to go. I'm so stupid. 

They must've threatened her with something.

And I'm going to play my cards right, act perfect, act like I'm over it, while trying to find out what they did. 

And I need a new lawyer. 

"Yeah, I guess so," thank God, I'm an actor, I sigh then chuckle, "I guess I should stick to models, singers and actresses." 

Not.

"Yes, pumpkin. And to think you made it so far from Essex just to throw it all away for some writer? Glad you got to see her true colours before she did any more damage."

You disgust me.

"Yes, maybe it's better this way. Let's go, I need to become the youngest 2-times EGOT winner," I laugh, "And, at least I got inspiration for my new album."

She laughs and hugs me again.

"Yes, it's amazing to see you focused again."

Yes, I've never been more focused. On taking my life back.