Trump and the Dog [JOKE FIC]

Presidential Murder

He wasn't sure how long he stood, back against the door, mind racing. Maybe there was a chance his wife hadn't seen the video yet. He clung onto that thought like it was the only thing keeping he afloat in a raging sea. He slowly nodded his head and repeated the thought, "She hasn't seen it yet.". With his newfound confidence he swung the door open and strode down the hall. Not long after he stopped in front of the cold wooden door that lead to his bedroom, he slowly tugged the door open. Instantly any feelings of confidence he had were dashed as he watched his wife sob into a tissue. Hesitantly he whispered, "Baby? What's wrong?" Her head shot up, and with a voice laced with contempt she replied, "You know whats wrong!" The president nervously shifted from foot to foot, pulling at the collar of his dress shirt, "It's not what it looked like." He whispered his gaze falling to the floor. "Oh? Then what was it?" The first lady snapped. Trump struggled to get the words out(like the often does), "Well...I," He stopped and thought about what to say next, "I was thinking about you when I did it." As soon as the words left his sliver of a mouth he knew he said the wrong thing; because his wife's face contorted onto an expression of anger akin to that of Satan himself, "are you compareing me to a dog?" Her voice was like poison. She slowly lifted herself from her seat and pulled out a knife, the president back away quickly. He crashed to the floor as the first lady lunged at him aiming to plunge the knife deep into his rotten heart.
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Authors note:
I feel like I'm going to be put on some sort of Blacklist because of this one.
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Authors note(pt2):
On a lighter note, Im thinking about writing a more serious story soon. I know I need to work on grammar and stuff like that, but I do genuinely like writing.