Chapter 10
I stood there utterly shocked. Everyone in the bar stared at the both of us. I did the only thing I could think of and that was too leave. I walked far away until Tom stopped me. I still can't believe any of this is happening.
"Juliette wait." He said grabbing my arm.
"Tom. Why me? Why do you wanna marry me?" I asked. Normally I wouldn't give him the time of day. But something tells me he's being absolutely serious.
"Because Juliette. The same reason Nick and Gatsby are in love with you. Even though you are poor you're just as beautiful as someone like Daisy." He replied.
"But you're married to Daisy. What about your reputation? What about Myrtle?" I asked.
"I don't care about my reputation. And Myrtle….our relationship was meant to end sooner or later." He said. "But with you, you don't care about money or any of that. You don't try to impress anyone and you speak your mind."
"Speak my mind? Not speaking my mind is what got me into all of this. I hold it all in until I can't take it anymore. And Tom even if Nick and Jay were in the picture I still couldn't be with you." I said.
"Why not? I can change." He pleaded.
"No Tom. I don't know for sure if you mean that. But even if I wanted that kind of relationship with you I still wouldn't know who to choose." I said. I stared down at my shoes. They were the same ones I would wear to work. They were old and worn out. "I love Jay….but he's hurt me. And I'm so unsure about Nick."
"...I understand. But at least think about my offer." He said. "Let me take you home."
I didn't feel like walking back to the house. So I agreed to let Tom take me back home. Everything was beginning to spiral out of the control at the house.
"Well Jay. Daisy's right here. Are you gonna leave with her?" Nick asked.
"Daisy please just leave." Gatsby said.
"No Jay I want to be with you." She said.
"While that was happening I walked up to the door of the house. Tom hadn't left yet so he was still waiting in the car. As I reached for the door I heard Jay's voice. "Daisy I can't." He replied. at the house.
"Well Jay. Daisy's right here. Are you gonna leave with her?" Nick asked.
"Daisy please just leave." Gatsby said.
"No Jay I want to be with you." She said.
While that was happening I walked up to the door of the house. Tom was still waiting in his car. As I reached for the door I heard Jay's voice. "Daisy I can't." He replied.
I stopped immediately. They were having some kind of discussion. I put my ear to the door. "But why Jay. We were together before why can't we be like that again?" She asked.
"Daisy. I love Juliette. And I want to be with her." He said.
"But Jay...I'm carrying your child." She said.
"What?" He said shocked.
"What?" Nick, Burnside, Maryanne, and Leona said.
My heart sank. I slowly backed away from the door. My mind was racing. I ran back to Tom and got into the car. "Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Please let's just go." I said my voice cracking. Before I knew it I was crying. I mean just think about it. This is what Jay has always wanted, a family with Daisy. And I know she's not going to back down now.
He drove back to my house. My legs wouldn't move. I sat there crying and holding myself. He carried me inside into my room. "Juliette tell me what's bothering you?" He said.
"Daisy….she's pregnant. And I'm gonna lose Jay to her all over again." I said.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out." He replied.
"No I won't!" I yelled. "You don't understand. They both have history. They were destined to be together. I mean just look at me. I can't even give a man that loves me an answer."
"You don't need Jay to be happy Juliette. You'll find someone else. You have Nick and myself." He said.
I didn't say anything to Tom after he said that. And I don't know what came over me. But I wiped my tears away and pulled him close until our lips connected. At first it was small, but then it grew bigger and more intense. It was the most intense kiss that I have ever experienced. I have no idea what I'm doing but I don't care anymore. Daisy can have Jay and Nick….like I said I was unsure about my feelings for him. We fell back onto the bed. There was no going back now.
The next morning I woke up still feeling awful. But an immediate feeling of regret filled me. I looked over to see Tom lying next to me. I was mortified. I just sat there shaking and eventually I just started crying. He woke up from the sound.
"Juliette what's wrong?" He asked.
"Please just leave." I said.
"I don't understand. We didn't do anything wrong. It was mutual." He said.
"Get out!" I yelled. He put his clothes on and left not to long after. I lied there for 20 minutes before I heard a knock on the door. "Um….! One second!" I said putting on clothes. I opened the door to see my mom standing there.
"Juliette dear where have you been?" She asked coming in.
"Um...well.." I said closing the door.
"I saw Tom Buchanan leave here. What did he say? Did he threaten you?" She asked.
"No. He didn't. I'm fine." I said lying.
"Alright then. Well let's head out. I've booked us a reservation for lunch." She said.
We both left and headed for the restaurant. I couldn't bear to tell her. I avoided Nick and Jay to the best of my ability. I avoided Tom at all costs. He'd call my phone countless times and even drive past my house. This went on for weeks. During that time I had been feeling sick off and on lately. But I brushed it off. I figured today would be a normal day though. Leona had come to visit. Just the two of us. No mention of the current marriage situation. We sat there in silence for a bit before she spoke.
"So...how have you been? I haven't seen you in sometime." She said.
"I've been fine. Somewhat…" I said looking away. Before I could say anything else I immediately felt sick. I got up and ran to the bathroom. After I was finished I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Juliette are you okay?" She asked.
"I guess." I replied. "I'm just tired."
"Let's get you into bed." She said helping me to my room. "I'll call the doctor to make sure you're okay."
After a few minutes the doctor arrived. He checked my vital signs and other things. "Ms. Quinn how long have you been feeling sick?" He asked.
"Over the past few weeks." I said.
"And you've been feeling tired as well?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well all I can say is congratulations. I'd say you're about 4 weeks pregnant."
"...pre…..pregnant?"
