Madison’s POV

I walked out of the bathroom, and Paul was nowhere to be seen. I panicked. Where could he have gone?

I heard banging outside in the hallway.

“Open the fucking door, Franklin!” An angry voice yells.

Shit. Is Paul banging on Daddy’s door?

I quickly ran to the door and opened it; my suspicions were confirmed as I peered out.

“Paul! What are you doing?” I asked, frantically.

“Getting ready to beat the shit out of your father,” Paul stated, banging again on the door. ...