**NOT TRUMP OR OBAMA**
"No!" I scream and run away from my kidnapper. It's in the middle of the night and I'm running into the woods, crying and scared to death.
He runs after me and I hide behind a tree.
Shit shit shit
I look up and find a couple footholds so I can climb.
I scrape my legs and my arms on the way up, thankfully it's storming so my little screams of pain are clouded by the rolling of thunder above.
I hide in the leaves and watch as the figure slowly creeps up. My keen eyes pick out the materials in his muscular hands.
Rope and cloth. Lightning flashes and the sky turns to day for a millisecond. I watch even closer to the man and I cannot believe that I have been kidnapped by the President of The United States of America.
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The President's Baby [Updating Whenever Possible]
General FictionThe world spins around me as I am being completely knocked out, when I awaken? I am in a car and sitting in front of me is The President of The United States of America. So what do I do? Climb out and run away. But of course that's not the end, I bl...