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I'm so sorry about the late updates. School and work has been nothing but taking up most of my time along with my pain-in-the-ass boyfriend. I moved in with him, much to my parents displeasure, and I've tried to find a muse to type to. My thoughts are roaming to other stories so if you see new stories don't worry, I'm still working on the ones I'm already working on. I tend to explore different stories so I can find my way back.
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I'm so tired at the moment and I have to have a filling redone on my tooth. Yay.
Updates will come when they come. Forgive me.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my OC's.
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After I went back to my room to change I couldn't help but have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The book was moving forward and I was afraid about the ending. What if Gatsby chooses Daisy? What if he still dies in the end? All the what if's ran through my head, making me lose track of what happened and time for I suddenly found myself in front of Nick's front door.
I smiled despite the feeling in my stomach.
It was just like I pictured when I read the book. Small, a little shabby white house with vines and flowers everywhere. Green shutters made it feel almost perfect. A little cottage in the middle of castles that shone with elegance most people wouldn't notice but I did. My smile then disappeared when I thought ahead to the meeting where Gatsby and Daisy meet again thanks to Nick's help.
No way in hell.
I knocked on the door and within a minute Nick answered with a shocked look on his face. Peter Parker answered the door and I almost said something that referenced Spider-Man...haha! I smiled and introduced myself to him, saying that I was Emma Sterling living with a Mr. Gatsby next door; also warning him about the loud parties he tends to have at night.
"Would you like to come in?" Nick offered and I accepted, looking around in awe at the simplicity and cuteness the house had on the inside. Just as I figured it would be. "Tea?"
"Thank you Mr. Carraway." I said and Nick went to fetch some tea. I explored the living room, smiling brightly at the wooden clock Gatsby knocked over in his nervousness.
"Cream or sugar?" Nick asked and I said cream. We sat and made small talk while we had our tea. Nick asked me curious questions to which I answered truthfully to the best of my abilities. I asked him questions in return even though I knew the answers to them. "A party? You're inviting me to one of Gatsby's parties?"
"Of course. You're new to our small...area." We laughed. "And I don't know many people at those parties besides my friend Jordan Baker so I've decided to invite you. I would like my circle of friends to become a little big bigger." I said and Nick smiled.
"Thank you Miss Sterling. I would love to come." Nick said and I laughed.
"Please Nick, just Emma. It makes me sound old when people say Miss to me. I'm not that old yet." We both laughed and continued to talk. We talked well into the afternoon when the clock chimed one. Nick had pulled out some sandwiches an hour before so I stayed for lunch. Once the clock chimed I excused myself, saying I had taken up too much of his time and I need to get along with the rest of my day. Nick escorted me to the door where we said our good-byes. I walked back over to the house only to groan at the car parked in the drive way.
Jordan...
"Where have you been?!" Jordan screeched when I walked into the kitchen to take one of cooks cookies.
"We have a new neighbor so I went over to introduced myself. His name is Nick Carraway before you ask and yes, he is coming to the next party. I invited him." I said to her and she laughed.
"I believe, my dear, you are getting to know me too well kitten." She said and kissed my cheek as I sat next to her. We laughed like girls before Jordan said that her friend Daisy had invited her over to spend some time together. "She is bored, even with her children, so I was wondering my dear friend if you would come with me?"
"I suppose I could but you owe me dinner then." I said and Jordan hugged me.
"Thank you so much Emma!" Jordan said and we finished our snack before hopping into Jordan's car.
"Basil, tell Gatsby I'll be home later." I said to Basil as I got in. Basil smiled at me and said that he would tell him as soon as he got home. I thanked him and we left.
It didn't take long to get to Daisy's house. Like I expected, it was large, perfect, and empty. Unlike Gatsby's or Nick's house, this one had nothing alive inside. The bricks didn't speak about the people who once lived inside or the stories of happy times didn't appear with the laughter of children. It seemed empty and almost too perfect. We were greeted by one of the servants who lead us to where Daisy was lazily lounging on one of her chairs where the room shone in sunlight. She seemed like an angle but not to me. Seemed seemed like a fake one.
I wanted to rip those fake perfect wings off.
Or tear off her petals so she would look nothing more than a weed.
"Oh how darling! Emma! Jordan! You can to visit me." She said with a smile, not bothering to get up and greet us like real friends. Jordan took a seat at an empty lounge chair while I remained sitting. "Emma darling would you like for me to call one of the help to get you a seat?"
"No thank you. I've sat all day. My legs need to stretch." I said to her with a polite smile. She returned it but I knew it was fake. I've seen that smile many times and have worn it on countless occasions when I needed to hide my pain from the world
Jordan and Daisy talked up a storm, inviting me into the conversation now and then but it didn't matter. I looked around the room, stood outside in the fresh air to smile at the house across the water. I could almost see someone standing in the window but it was only a fleeting chance that there would be someone standing there. I heard the rumble of thunder to see that the sky began to look like a storm was about to blow but it seemed a little odd. I walked back inside to hear the girls laughing like old friends.
"Daisy, where's the bathroom?" I asked the blond ditz who smiled at me.
"Down the hall, second door on the right." She said and returned to her conversation. I sighed to myself, and left the room. I followed the directions Daisy gave me but it turns out, they were wrong. Ditz to a perfect T.
I ended up in a study of some-sort with riding pictures and a few trophies sitting on bookshelves. I looked around for a minute before the door swung open and in came in a very intoxicated Tom. Bags under his eyes shone, and he looked like a right mess. And this feeling he gave off with a crystal glass half full of a copper liquid in his hand didn't help.
"I'm sorry. Daisy gave me the wrong directions to the bathroom. I'll leave." I said but Tom didn't move. He made me move back, closing the door behind him. Bumps appeared on my arm and the same feeling I got that night appeared in my stomach.
"Stay. Have a drink." Tom said and I shook my head.
"No thank you. I really should leave." I said and went to move around him but Tom grabbed my arm with a grip I knew would leave bruises. I found my back against the solid wood door. My mind flashed back...a black tux with a horrid smile...rough hands that roamed everywhere...the smell of liquor...the tearing of my dress...
"Stay..." Tom breathed in my face and I didn't see Tom's face.
I saw his...
"AAHH!" I screamed. I screamed bloody murder, pushing Tom off my with the strength I wish I had back then. I threw open the door and ran straight into Jordan's arms. She asked me what was wrong but in my frantic panic to escape my words were muffled by my sobs. "Take me home...please." I begged her and she helped me up with no questions asked. Daisy was asking what was going on but Jordan said that she should control her husbands drinking. Enough glasses would scare anyone.
Jordan didn't stop until we reached Gatsby's house. I threw open the car door before the door man could and raced inside. When I got to the middle of the staircase I heard my name so I turned. Gatsby's worried face was at the bottom and my resolved crumbled even more. I didn't want him to see me like this, this broken and afraid of nothing but a never-ending nightmare.
"I'm sorry." I said then turned to run back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and fell to the floor screaming. I was back in that horrid room with him and his disgusting fingers everywhere. That night...what that man took from me...I will never get it back.
"Emma!" Gatsby called from the other side of the door. "Emma open this door or will break it down myself!" He threatened but with me weak legs I couldn't even stand. Within a minute the door opened and Gatsby's arms were around me within seconds. "What happened? Are you hurt? Please...Emma...tell me..." His voice was soft and warm, wrapping me in a bubble that no one can break.
I told him everything.
I told him of my parents party.
The night I was raped.
The night everything was taken from me.
How after that night everyone left me, all but my grandma who stood by me through it all.
How the nightmares never end, always coming back with that disgusting smell of brandy.
Gatsby's was silent for a while, his arms tightening around me like a shield before he picked me up, carrying me to his room where he placed me on his bed. He wrapped a blanket around me before pacing back and forth besides me.
"Where is he?" He asked, his voice strained.
"He served a year and jail but he cannot come within a thousands miles of me so left left the state. I don't know where he is." I told the truth but hopefully, Gatsby won't go after someone whose not even here with that murderous look in his eyes.
"If I ever see him, I'll break every bone in his body and when I'm done with in there won't be enough to fill a match box." He muttered but I could hear every word.
"Gatsby..please...come here...I need someone." I said and he stopped his pacing. "Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone." I said, tears returning to my eyes. Gatsby came to my side quick and held me for what seemed like forever.
"I'll never leave you. I promise to protect you from everything." He whispered in my ear and I smiled through me tears.
"Promise?"
"I promise." He said and held me tighter. We stayed like that through the whole night. He would ask questions softly to me and I answered them with what strength I had left before I drifted off to sleep. As I felt my head hit the pillow I felt a soft kiss laid upon my forehead.
For once, I believed the promise.
Oh how I wanted to believe in something again.
Gatsby is just the beginning of me breaking free of this fear.
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