Great Gatsby

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The car pulled up to Wilson’s garage. Instantly, anger filled my body. Myrtle should be alive. Myrtle should be here. But instead, that man- this man- let her go and get herself killed. I knew who it was. Gatsby. He was one with the yellow car. He was the one driving. God knows, he wouldn’t let Daisy drive.
This man let her get killed though. How dare he be upset. He didn’t love her… not like me. He did not provide for her. Not like I did. She was unhappy. Wilson was bound to know that. I mean, she was having an affair- with me. He knew she was having one. Then he let her slip from his fingers- irresponsibly.
Sighing, I got out of the car, approaching the garage entrance. I knew Daisy was having an affair with Gatsby. The way she so easily volunteered to ride with him and how she had the love filled eyes around him. That was unacceptable. Did he honestly think he could steal my girl? All of a sudden he’s taken a keen interest in her. Was that supposed to make me feel better?
I opened the door to the garage, instantly the smell of death filled my nose. I looked around the garage, looking for that stupid man. I spotted him in a chair, slumped, by the staircase. How dare he be so upset.
“Wilson,” I called out, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He stayed slumped in the chair, eyes casted on the ground, refusing to make eye contact or any other sign of acknowledgement. “Wilson!” I yelled, causing him to flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he did not deserve to be sad. He did not have any reason. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t provide for her. Not like I could- or would.
“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, eyes down casting.
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“I need to tell you something,” I began, ...

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...ilson, just tell the police. They will take care of it,” I fake begged.
“No! I will take care of it my damn self!” he shouted.
“Wilson, please! Let it sit overnight, don’t make any crazy decisions.” I was tired of this act of fake begging, how exhausting.
“I-I’ll let you know,” he stated, though I could tell he was livid. His face was red and he was staring off into space above him.
“Daisy and I are leaving, so if you’re planning on doing anything, wait ‘til we leave, Daisy doesn’t need to see that,” I said. In truth, Daisy just didn’t need to be around Gatsby and I didn’t need her deeming herself hero and rushing to save him or mourn for him, though I doubted she would.
“A-Alright. I’ll see you later Tom,” Wilson nodded.

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“Goodbye Wilson,” I said, turning on my heel and walking out the garage, revenge in the air, and a smirk on my face.

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