A Crump Story (Donald Trump X Hilary Clinton)

Tension

Hilary's POV

I can't take it! I just can't! I cannot stay in the house where my "husband" had completely used me. I feel nothing, I don't know...? How am I suppose to feel.

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I headed to my bedroom. I had decided that I'm packing my things and leaving, I don't know where I'll go but anywhere is better than here.

As soon as I entered the bedroom I saw a horrific scene, although I'm not surprised. I carefully headed for my closet to get my suitcase, although the Brocken glass and beer made it hard.

Donald's POV

As soon as all my boring meetings had finished, I headed to my house for some boos. Although when I walked in I saw something I would never forget.

"UHHH HONEY UR EARLY?!?" I found my wife in the kitchen with our grandkids, except she was abusing them with a boiled belt.

"Um I'm not early!" I saw that the grandkids were unconscious on the flour.

D= Donald
W= Wife

D: What are you doing to the kids!!!
W: NOTHING!!!!
D: WHAT DO U MEAN NOTHING UR ABUSING THEM!!!

At that time I realized we were screaming, and the kids woke up.

K= Kids

K: Dad....
D: HOW LONG HAS SHE DONE THIS TO U?!
K: 2 months...

They said quietly but I could hear them.

D: kids go to your room
K: but-
D: I SAID GO SO GO!!

The kids left

D: Now as for you
W: SHUT THE HELL UP UR ALWAYS PUT AND I NEVER HAVE U
D: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ABUSING OUR GRANDKIDS?!?!
W: ....
D: get out...
W: WHAT?!?!
D: I SAID GET OUT!! NOW!!!!

And with that she left...

I headed up to the room, the kids were fine and they went home.

I didn't know what to do I have no more safe places, everywhere gives me a bad memory.

Except one I place...