iMessage
(Y/N): Congrats, Donald!
You waited and waited for a reply. Yesterday, Trump had won the election for the position of president of the United States of America. You hoped this would work...
It had been an hour, still no reply. You decided to risk it and double text. But something stopped you in your tracks.
Read 3:49 pm
Read 3:49 pm
Read 3:49 pm?!
'Donald,' you thought, 'how could you?'
It had been months since you last saw him. The last time you saw him was the night you two... well...
Donald Trump was the talk of the town. His face was now plastered on every social media page, newspaper, billboard, magazine, news channel, etc. Not that you were complaining, of course. You still found him incredibly good looking. Because he was.
'Maybe if Melania hadn't been there, maybe if she had just...' you thought. Your mind stopped racing when an abrupt knock on your door startled you.
"Come in," you said. Your door opened a crack.
"Honey?" Your mom's soft voice echoed through your room.
"Mom, what do you want?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing? You haven't come out of your room today, and I just..."
"I don't want to see you."
Your mom took a step back. "I promise, sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt you, it was just the right thing to do," she tried explaining. You scoffed. As if voting for Hillary could ever have been the right thing.
"I'm done speaking to you democratic scum bags," you concluded. Your mom growled.
"(Y/N), you better apologize to me right this instant," she screamed. You didn't make a sound. Her loud voice boomed throughout the house as she spoke the words you would never forget:
"You need to learn to understand that I am doing my best and contributing to my country the best way I can. If you can't accept my views, then I can't accept yours, so until you respect me, you are not welcome in my house!"
There was a long silence as your vision got blurry while tears welled up in your eyes. You stood up, went to your closet, pulled out a suitcase, and began to pack. You heard your mother begin to cry, and then you heard hurried footsteps as she ran down the hall.
The time was 5:53 pm and you were on your own on the streets of (your town). No food, no water, and no place to sleep. What now?
YOU ARE READING
Trump Tales (Donald Trump x reader)
FanfictionThis story is a Trump x Reader story. It's a very spicy meat-a-ball-a. Rawr XD. Here are some real reviews from Yelp: "ye-YEE this book made me yeehaw" ~Taylor Swift "I would nuke the US, but then this book would never get updated again, so I will n...
