Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby, that strictly belongs to the wonderful F. Scott Fitzgerald, but I soon will be able to own the 2013 movie version on DVD!

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As Daisy descended down the stairs, she heard what she thought to be a door opening. She being too engrossed to even think twice about it, brushed it off as just a servant getting ready for an early wake-up call. She let Gatsby wait outside so she could pack her things. Once she came to the bottom of the staircase, she was met with an infuriated drunk. Tom.

Daisy's breath hitched as she looked at him wide-eyed.

"Hello, Daisy."

Tom's breath smelled of alcohol and cigars. The scent was mixed with his expensive clothes and aftershave. The familiar odor made Daisy gag. Without warning, Tom's hand made contact with her face. She screamed, her cheek stinging.

"Listen here you little bitch," he hissed in her ear. "You are mine. You got that? I know the little game you've been playing with Gatsby, behind my back..."

Daisy tried to squirm away, but Tom had her wrists pinned up in the air above her head.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Daisy spat back.

She made eye contact with him even though she was lying. "I know Gatsby and I know he is stealing his little whore." Daisy didn't respond, instead she continued to try and get out from his tight grip. Tom smiled and evil flashed in his eyes. Daisy bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep the tears from falling. Her right eye was almost swollen shut; the pain was unbearable in her face. Her wrists burned from Tom's grip.

Before she knew it Tom had punched her in the side. She let out a howl. Gatsby quickly came flying through the door.

"Son of a bitch," Jay growled.

"Careful Gatsby, can't save her if you're dead." Tom had a straight face. No curled lip, or sick smile. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gun. His even face disappeared under his infamous twisted smirk. He chuckled.

Gatsby felt like his heart stopped. He felt Daisy close the gap between him. But it was different. She had always stood beside him, sometimes in front of him. This time, she stood behind him, a broken woman.

"Bastard," Gatsby growled through clenched teeth.

Daisy could feel his body begin to shake.

Gatsby lunged at him. Tom saw it coming, but he wasn't prepared for the full brunt of it. Gatsby's rage roared through him. He effortlessly slammed Tom against the wall, and managed to get a couple of good punches in. But it didn't take Tom long to recover. He managed to loosen Gatsby's grip and shove him away. Gatsby lost his balance just enough for Tom to take advantage. Neither of the men heard Daisy scream as Tom landed a punch on Jay.

Tom will kill him.

Daisy's instincts to protect Jay suddenly kicked in, and she found herself trying to pull Tom off of Jay. Jay couldn't speak because of Tom's choke hold, but his eyes told her to run. She ignored it, desperate to save him. However, Tom managed to shove her off of him as if she were light as a feather. She landed with a thud. Daisy closed her eyes to block out the pain. When she opened them again, something caught her eye.

The gun was just within arms reach. Seeing that Tom was still focused on Gatsby, Daisy picked it up swiftly. Tom suddenly pulled Gatsby to his feet, ready to punch him in the stomach. Ignoring her still injured, possibly re-injured bones, Daisy stood quickly, fueled by adrenaline.

Tom was preparing to swing when he felt the gun shoot into him. He grunted, his face turning from anger to shock in less than a second. His body began to fail immediately and his grip on Gatsby loosened.

Blood poured from his body, and he collapsed.

Daisy's gasp was more of a squeak. Tom began to gasp for breath as blood began to trickle from his mouth. It made a sickening gurgle sound that got quieter and quieter until finally it stopped. Tom lay motionless on the floor. His eyes remained open, but were glassy and empty.

The blood covered gun slid from Daisy's hand and clattered to the floor. Gatsby's shock broke, and he had his arms around Daisy in seconds. Still, Daisy was limp in his arms. Her body shook easily as she sobbed. He buried his face in her neck, desperate to comfort her.

"I killed him." Daisy's voice was the quietest of whispers. It broke Gatsby's heart nonetheless. He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands. Tears drenched her face, and still fell from her eyes.

"No darling," He brushed a tear away with his thumb. "You saved my life."

A/N:

Hello my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I love writing fight scenes so much. I was thinking about keeping Tom longer in this story but something was bound to come up and happen. I wonder how Myrtle will react when she finds out about her Tom's death? Cliffhanger danger.

School starts this Monday. boo freakin' hoo, right? Right. So that means I will only have time to add chapters on WEEKENDS. I'll be so busy with after-school activities and homework that I won't be able to access the computer as much as I would like to. Sorry about that. I hope everyone is doing well.

xx

-Payton