-No One’s POV/Los Angeles/Carlin’s Mansion-

Arthur walked into his mansion he had it built back when it had just been Paula and himself, sighing to himself he walked into his office and sat down in his chair. Thats when he heard the soft knock. “Come in!” He yelled looking up at the door seeing Paula come in.

Paula walked into Arthur’s office she only came in here when she had some things to discuss with her husband. “Is she coming home?”

“Yes tomorrow. I’m sending a car.”

Paula nodded her head while looking over at her husband. “And Ashley what happens to her? Because I’m pretty sure she’s the one that convinced Spencer to only call every now and then.”

“Thats Aiden’s decision.” Arthur said this as he stood up and went over to his bar and made himself a drink which was scotch his favorite. “Spencer will be marrying Aiden in two days and Ashley’s fate is up to Aiden.”

Paula watched her husband take a drink. “Thats not right Arthur and you know it.”

“Your going to defend her after everything they have both done?” He questioned his wife as he moved towards her now standing in front of her. “Questioning that decision is like questioning me Paula.”

“Then yes that is exactly what I am doing because clearly your not thinking with a clear head right now Arthur. You cannot and will not force out daughter to marry someone she does not love!” Paula was yelling now which was something she never did to Arthur hell anyone hardly stood up to Arthur.

He raised his hand slapping her hard across the face. “Don’t ever fucking question me again! This wedding will go on as planned. This next heart attack will be my last the doctors have said it. So yes this wedding will go on as planned. Not even you can stop it Paula.”

Paula placed her hand onto her cheek were Arthur had hit her, he had never hit her before he was a different man from whom she had married. She didn’t say anything else, just turned around and walked away with tears falling down her face. She had no idea how to protect her daughter. Heading into their bedroom she laid down on the bed.

-Later that night/ Paula’s POV-

I laid there for hours it seemed like, it was seven at night I shouldn’t be crying in my bed trying to figure out how to protect my daughter. Going through my contacts I come to a name it was a name that I never thought I would ever call. Hell it was someone I never wanted to call. I press send and then listen to the ring.

“Hello?” The voice said on the other end of the line.

“Its Paula Carlin. I need your help. It’s about Spencer.”

Its been awhile since I have posted but I would like to continue this story. Or revamp it from the beginning. Let me know what you guys think. Please and thank you.