The Great Gatsby fan fiction

“Ok… and do you know what car it was?” Asked the police officer.

“No sir… bu bu bu butt, the color was some greenish-yellow, and the car had a distinct whine to it.” Answered Wilson.

“I know whose car it was and what car it is.” Replied Tom from the dark.

“Really” questioned the officer. “Whose is it?”

 

A week later

I should have known. I should have told Gatsby. The body sprawled in front of me in the pool lay lifelessly, only a few yards away was Wilson's body. With a hole in his head. Despite all this, I couldn’t help that I was forced to keep silent. Tom had all the leverage and threatened to kill Jordan at the next golf tournament if I told Gatsby that Wilson was coming. Now the media is talking all about Gatsby, press flooding the gates, and photos of the Hellcat with blood on the front bumper flooding the internet. God, what do I do? Well, the most logical thing is to have a funeral.

Halfway across the world

“Oh, thank God for our wealth. How else could we have escaped that madness” Exclaimed Tom.

“Well, hopefully, we don’t get tangled into the mess. I hope Nick doesn’t say anything about us…”

“Or Cathrine saying anything about Gatsby” whispered Daisy.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing”

“YEAH, God that was close. Hey, look Nick is on the TV.”

At Gatsby’s house

“Good afternoon, everyone, I know there is much circulation about what has happened, but currently I would like to keep everything confidential until after Gatsby’s funeral. That will be all.”

“Mr. Carraway Mr. Carraway Mr. Carraway Mr. Carraway Mr. Carraway Mr. Carraway.”

“Yes sir.”

“Is it to your knowledge that Daisy Fay was driving the car?”

“No sir.”

“How about the fact that Tom Buchannan supplied the information to Wilson?”

…

“That’ll be all today, thank you, everyone, for your support, if you could leave me alone, that would be of great appreciation.”

At France

“Wait… You were driving… YOU HIT MERTYLE!!!”

“Tom Tom Tom Tom. Wait wait wait, look I tried to dodge her but she ran right in front of me. I had no other decision unless you wanted me in the ditch. Though that’s what you wanted right? Huh. Cheating on me.

“ME CHEATING? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MARRIED FOR MY MONEY,” Shouted Tom.
“Yeah, and you’re the one who fell for it.”

“THAT’S IT… I’M DONE WITH YOU!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do.”

“I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Wait. Tom. You can’t leave me here. How do I get back to the States.”

“Why don’t you go find some rich guy huh, I’m sure he’ll solve all your problems and address your wants and desires.”

“Tom. Wait. No. I’m sorry.”

Door shuts

Ringgggggg, ringggggggg

“Jordan?”

“Yeah, Daisy are you okay?”

“Yea. Sniff sniff, where are you?”

“At the golf tournament.”
“Where?”

“At France.”

“Really!” Daisy exclaimed “Could you? Uhh.. Pick me up or take me back to the States with you?”

“Why are you here in France.”

“Long story. Look, can you?”

“Get off the phone.” Said a solemn voice.

“Jordan, who is that?”

“ahhhhhhh, no, no, no I swear I didn’t say anything. No. no noooo.”

 

The end