In Another Life (Forbidden Love Story)

Chapter Four - The Final Chapter

Joe sat up quickly and Obama put his pants on. "Who's there?!" he shouted.
The axe kept chopping through the door until an orange hand burst through the wood and unlocked the door.
Donald was standing there, bloody axe in hand, breathing heavily. He sprinted over to Joe and pulled him out of the room, Obama running after them.
"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO JOE!" Donald shouted, pointing at the mangled corpses of the two secretaries. Their heads were half severed off, the skin from the faces still attached to their necks. Their innards were strung out all over the place, making a gooey blood red and dark yellow-colored <3 on the ground.
"Wh-why would you do this?!" Joe asked, his whole body still shaking from his cowboy session with Obama.
"I did this for YOU!" Donald exclaimed. "I've always loved you and this proves it!"
Obama went to swing a punch at Donald, but Donald quickly dodged and grabbed a knife, stabbing Obama in the gut.
"OBAMA NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Joe shrieked in horror.
The whole room was a mess, there was barely anywhere Joe could drag Obama. There was blood splattered on the ceiling, blood staining the carpet, soaking important business papers on the desk. Hell even someone's head was lodged into the edge of the desk, their body still flinching every once in a while.
"O-Obama... you can't leave me..." Joe hiccuped. Tears streamed down both their faces as Obama clutched his gut.
Sirens were heard in the background. Neighbors must've heard screaming and saw the bloody window, so they called the cops.
"Look what you made me do... look what you made me do..." Donald repeated over and over, rocking on front of the bodies he and Obama murdered.
Obama coughed, grabbing Joe's attention again.
"M-Maybe in another life...my dear Joe..." Obama said. His last breath was used up with a passionate kiss on Joe's lips.
Joe hugged Obama's dead body as the cops bust through the door.
"Hands where I can see them!" They screamed at Donald. They immediately arrested him and dragged him off into a squad car.
"Mr. President, it's time to go..." said one of the cops.
"I can't leave him..." Joe said. The cop grabbed a hold of Joe's arm and dragged him out of the room.
"I can't leave him! I can't! I love him!"
Joe's painful screams were silenced by the cop's car door shutting.
*A Few Years Later*
Donald had killed himself by swallowing a sharp object in jail.
Joe attended therapy for five months until he got himself together.
He visits Obama's grave every Monday...

The End. :)