The night when Myrtle died
was one of the worst nights I have had in a while. Earlier that day, I went into town with
Daisy, Tom and Nick. Daisy was going to
tell Tom that she didn’t love him and she wanted to leave him for me. Things, however, did not play out as I thought
they would. Tom and I got into a brawl
of words and the evening went from bad to worse in the span of a few
hours. Daisy and I left town and headed back
home before all the others did. Daisy
was distraught and nothing I could say would calm her down. I was worried she did not want to be with me anymore
because of the incidents that had occurred up in the plaza between Tom and me. She wanted to drive the car to clear her
mind, so I let her. It was night time by
this point and all the roads and houses were pitch black. Daisy was speeding as she sobbed in
silence. We got out of New York and had
just arrived to the Valley of Ashes. Not
many cars were on the road at this point and things were hard to see. All of the sudden, I see this figure run out
in the street that looked like a woman waving her arms. Daisy didn’t stop or see the woman and kept
going full speed ahead. I grabbed the
wheel from her and tried to steer out of the way from hitting the figure, but
it was too late. My heart stopped as I saw
a woman crash into my windshield, shattering it, and then flying through the
air. I held Daisy who was screaming
uncontrollably. She kept her foot on the
gas and kept driving as if nothing had happened. I could not believe what my eyes had just
seen. I decided to take the blame for
Daisy, she was too fragile and weak to take it herself. I wanted to protect her with all my heart,
even if it meant sacrificing my reputation and integrity. At the moment of the incident, the only thing
I could think about was how it was going to affect my relationship with
Daisy. I didn’t worry about Tom or Nick
finding out the truth of what happened.
All I worried about was the woman I loved and what I had to do to keep
her in my life forever.
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