I deeply and sincerely apologize for a couple things. First would be the tardiness of this chapter, but I didn't have the motivation, nor the ideas for what to put in. Second would be the chapter itself, it is written very badly and I am extremely disappointed of it. The third would be my reactions to the rape. Rape is a big deal but I didn't really make it one. My deepest apologizes.

I also must and apologize for the out of characterness of the people, but i had to return the great gatsby book i had borrowed and had no referance. Again im sorry.

Nevertheless, I hope everyone enjoys the story.

Chapter 5

Nick woke on his couch the following morning, having fallen asleep thinking about Gatsby and everyone else. Much to his surprise and alarm, he glimpsed Tom's car traveling smoothly down his driveway with the man himself inside. Nick continued to stare at Tom in a stated of numbness, completely forgetting the past events and his still throbbing butt but when he caught Gatsby coming through the hedge in the corner of his vision all the memories came flooding back, as well as his fear. Gatsby was dressed well and cleanly in a flaring orange suit that attracted the attention much like the sun. Nick stood in alarm but the sudden motion shook his posterior so harshly that he screamed in agony. Gatsby and Tom both heard the cry and rushed to Nick's house to help him out of whatever trouble he was having. Yet, when they got to the house and let themselves in, all they found was Nick standing, just a bit hunched over and holding his lower back. When he came out of his pain enough to see that both men had entered his house and were staring at him, he straightened but yet again, it was a mistake, for another shot of pain ran up his spine. He doubled over and grit his teeth to contain the pain.

Tom walked swiftly over to Nick, leaving Gatsby, and placed his large hand soothingly on his spine, turning it in circles to massage the sore muscles. Gatsby watched in silence as Nick relaxed into his touch. When Tom caught Gatsby staring, he smirked and drew Nick to him, embracing him in a hug. The pain that just left him returned with a vengeance as Nick was again moved abruptly and this time he gasped out. Tom frowned in brief confusion before he light bulbed with an idea. Startlingly, he pressed his hand against Nick's butt, worming his finger into the dip of the crevice and moving it to try and sooth the pain. Nick froze in reaction but soon found himself unwillingly enjoying the sensation.

Gatsby stood a ways away observing the scene. Eventually, Nick was overwhelmed by the darting pleasure and gasped when Tom pressed more firmly. Tom noticed this and grinned at Gatsby and he continued to stroke harder and harder. Nick succumbed to the pleasure and moaned, pushing himself back against Tom's finger for more friction. Gatsby's eyes widened as he saw Nick's face redden in pleasure and heard the soft moans that escaped his soft lips.

Then, everything froze as a shrill voice cut through the heady atmosphere. "Gatsby? Gatsby, where are you?" Nick's pleasure labored breathing froze as well as his moans as Daisy's heeled shoes clacked near, but Tom's finger continued to rub against his butt in a confident way. Gatsby reached forward and pulled Nick from Tom's embrace just as Daisy came to the screen door of Nick's house. With the pleasure that blinded his pain now gone, Nick felt the pain and fell against Gatsby with a gasp. Tom, infuriated by Gatsby's interference, reached out and grabbed Nick to pull him toward him but at that moment, Daisy entered the house and wandered into the living room, where they all were. Gatsby stilled, loosening his grip on Nick and letting him fall to Tom. Daisy stared at Tom as she entered then at Nick, who was in his arms. Abruptly, she ran to Gatsby and hugged him, Nick stared at the two in silence. Peace descended onto the room until Daisy pulled back and stared at Tom then tugged Gatsby to the door.

As Nick saw Daisy take Gatsby away he couldn't help but cry out. "Gatsby!" His voice made everyone freeze. Daisy and Gatsby both turned to face him but Tom grabbed him and lifted him off the ground. Daisy's eyes widened as Tom bent down and sealed Nick's lips with his own then walked out the door, completely ignoring Daisy and Gatsby.

Daisy stood where she had stopped dragging Gatsby and stared, wide eyed at Nick then broke down in tears."No! He's left me!" Nick broke out of his numbness that was brought upon by Tom's actions and after a moment ran to the bathroom. Soon after, sick noises were heard from the bathroom, as Nick vomited out what little was in his stomach from the party last night.

Eventually, Nick finished his regurgitation and stumbled back into the living room to find that it was empty. Sighing in defeat or desperation, Nick made his way to the couch, dropped, and fell into a restless sleep.

When Nick woke it was already night time. The sky glowed eerily with the light from the moon, casting a dim glow over everything. A few minutes passed as Nick sat on his couch contemplating his situation before he finally rose and made his way to the phone to call a taxi.

Gatsby was staring at Nick's house from his window when he saw the taxi come down the road. Daisy was fast asleep, tired from her crying, in the other room. He saw Nick rush out of the house in fresh clothing and speak briefly to the driver then climb awkwardly in. Gatsby kept his eyes focused on the car until it was out of site then turned to go to his car. However, when he entered the hallway, he encountered Daisy in her soft blue nightgown, her full eyes shined with unshed tears. She sobbed softly and fell against Gatsby, clinging to his expensive shirt with her made nails.

She pulled her face off his shirt after a few tears and stared into his eyes. "Are you going to leave me too?" Her high voice grew higher as she finished the sentence, appealing to Gatsby. His eyes softened as he gazed at her pathetic figure and he drew her in for an embrace to comfort her insecurities.

"No. I won't ever leave you." Gatsby stood with Daisy, unable to leave her to save his one true friend. Then, as he was in the midst of his turmoil Daisy pulled away from the hug and stared deeply into his eyes.

Her eyes were puffy and red from all the unnecessary sobbing. "Nick went to Tom." Her voice was shrill and weak. "Nick went to…Tom." Her eyes widened as she stared at Gatsby in a daze then in a hysterical voice she shrieked. "Nick went to Tom!" She turned away from Gatsby and ran clumsily to the hallway as she whispered fiercely. "I have to go to Tom." Gatsby watched her run out of the hallway and to the cars with a blank expression. Left alone in the hallway he could only think that he should have expected such an outcome, after all, she had left him before.

He turned to gaze contemplatively at the night sky before he turned to walk regally down the hallway to his car.

….

Gatsby arrived at Tom's house by the time the sun was peeking over the horizon, the pale blue dawn sky was a sight to behold but it failed to lighten the heavy mood. He parked beside the car Daisy took and walked up the stairs to ring the doorbell, though the door was open. Just as his finger touched the button a large crash rang through the house along with two screams. One high and one low. Recognizing both voices, Gatsby sped his pace and nearly ran into the house only to find Daisy once again in tears crouched before Tom with Nick in Tom's embrace. Nick was hunched over, grabbing his lower back in a now familiar position with a face contorted in pain. Gatsby stood still, pondering who he should go to, Daisy or Nick. Soon, however, the choice was to be made for him when Tom reached down to heft Nick into his arms. Daisy peeked though her hair and cried out in despair as Tom walked away, farther into the house. Gatsby walked slowly over to her to comfort her but she suddenly jumped up and grabbed a porcelain vase and threw it. Her weak arms failed to bring out the strength she so desired so the vase dropped short of where Tom and Nick were. The shattering crack of the vase splitting to pieces froze everything in the room save for Daisy herself. When she saw that the first had failed, she grabbed another and hurled it similarly at Tom. In a feat that can only be in imagination, the vase flew in a perfect arch and landed on Nick's head with a heavy thud followed by the shatter. Abruptly, Nick's body went limp in Tom's arms as blood dropped down his forehead.

Gatsby reacted quickly, rushing to Tom's frozen form to take Nick and lay him down on the soft couch in another room. He checked all his vital signs and found them to be perfectly fine save for a small concussion. "He's alright." The relief in his voice surprised himself as he uttered the phrase softly.

Daisy had picked up another vase to throw at Tom when she saw that he had stopped walking away. Slowly she put it down and reached out to him weakly, a small hopeful smile on her face. "Tom?" No reaction was given to her. Again she tried, aching for her husband's attention. "Tom?" Gatsby watched silently, able to view the whole interaction from his vantage point and from his angle, he saw the expression of shock, fury, and grief on his face. There was no way that he would take Daisy back. He had abandoned her the moment he had left her with him. Yet one fact continued to elude him as he thought out the situation. What had Daisy done to deserve Tom's rejection of her?

Gatsby stared down at Nick and a possible answer came to him. It could quite possibly be his desire for Nick that made him leave Daisy but no, Tom had affairs before and he had never considered leaving his high class wife. Other than that, Tom was a proper man, he would never allow himself to get so caught up in another man.

Daisy crawled forward helplessly towards Tom reaching out in desperation. Answered by silence she slowly but progressively made her way to Tom, when she reached him she grabbed his pale white shirt sleeve and sobbed his name but as soon as she touched him he began to react to her presence.

Immediately, he turned to roughly slap her hand away with disgust on his face. Horrified by his reaction she said the word that was on everyone's minds. "Why?" His face calmed in suppressed fury as he stared at her. His eyes drew in upon themselves, blocking any emotion from coming through.

He rudely brushed at the area where she touched him, as if he was wiping away a bug or something and repeated her question. "Why?" His brows furrowed in anger as his façade fell. "'Why?' you say. You already know the answer Daisy. You already know the answer, murderer."

Gatsby heard Tom's statement and was confused for a moment before he remembered that Daisy had killed someone. During that horrid day of summer, the hottest day of summer. Daisy was driving home to calm her nerves when suddenly a woman ran out to the middle of the street, waving to the car. Daisy started to turn left to avoid killing her but lost her nerve and swerved back to prevent crashing with another on-coming car. So she killed one woman, a stranger, to save herself.

Daisy froze as she heard Tom speak and broke down in sobs that racked her entire body with their force. She held her face to block against all accusations. Gatsby, unable to take anymore of Daisy's tears walked up to her, leaving Nick in his unconsciousness, and stared at Tom. Slowly, though he felt he knew that answer he said, "How did you know?"

Tom glared back at Gatsby in his unbridled fury and nearly growled. "The woman she murdered was mine. Her name was Myrtle. We saw her butchered body."

Daisy shivered, ceasing her sobs for a minute. Gatsby opened his mouth to say something but she suddenly rushed up to Tom and grabbed his shirt wailing. "But why leave me? Why?"

Tom glanced away in disgust before he turned his furious gaze back on her. "You deliberately killed my woman. You are a murder!"

Daisy shrank back, unable to fend for herself but she didn't need to for Gatsby came to help her defend her position. "Tom, old sport. When she hit the woman, she had no idea that it was the woman you were having an affair with."

Tom snarled viciously and glared harshly at Gatsby, wanting to unleash his pent up anger. "That doesn't matter anymore, she is dead." He turned to glare down at Daisy then threw her away from him. "And it's all because of her!" Daisy unable to take all the justified accusations ran out of the house and to the car but stopped short when she heard a crash come from the room Nick was in. Everyone rushed there, save for Daisy who just stood frozen behind, as if she had come to a revelation.

Nick had sat up abruptly but felt lightheaded from the concussion and the blood loss so he fell off the couch to the floor but he had put his hand roughly on the table to catch himself. Unbeknownst to him, the table lack proper balance and just tipped over on to him, spilling all the wine left there by the butler. So now, he was a proper mess. Gatsby, who was farther from the door due to him going to Daisy, arrived after Tom. Tom, who had arrived first, lifted Nick p and marched out of the room, right past Gatsby as if he didn't exist. Nick struggled futilely, not wanting to be touching Tom but found that he lacked the concentrated strength to, so once again he gave up and fell limply in Tom's arms. Again, Gatsby stood by in silence as Nick was carried away by Tom and again when he was about to reach out to stop them did Daisy stop him.

She clung to his arm, now wanting the very man she had thrown away after she herself had been shunned. Gatsby stared down at her fragile form in slight annoyance but corrected himself and displayed an expression of devotion. Following the routine, he drew her in for a loving embrace and whispered soft words of comfort, trying to forget about Nick and concentrate on her. Sadly, this time, he succeeded.

…..

Nick was taken to the bathroom of the house. The clear water was already drawn and there was a set of large clothes off to the side. Nick eyed the room in apprehension and pushed at Tom trying to reach the ground and get away. Tom smiled animalistically and hugged Nick to him carrying him just enough off the ground so that he couldn't get enough footing to properly resist him. Roughly Tom unbuttoned Nicks wet shirt and stripped him of it, tearing it in the process. Nick, unable to stop him or overpower him, screamed at him. Soon, Tom stripped him of all his clothes and tossed him in the bath. The large splash that followed soon after drenched Tom as well.

Staring down at his soaking clothes as Nick sputtered for air, Tom's face was graced by his confident smile. Quickly, he stripped and stepped in to join Nick, who of course resisted. Subtly, as Nick pushed against Tom, he wound his hand around Nick's waist and massaged his back. The comfort soothed Nick and he began to relax against Tom.

Tom noticed Nick's calming state and pushed further. The hand that was massaging his back drove lower and lower until it was at the belt line then it slide wetly between Nick's butt and rubbed against his hole through the water. Feeling the pressure Nick bucked forward to escape it but ended up being flush against Tom. Surprised by the sudden movement, Tom growled softly but then continued his assault. He rushed forward to meld his lips with Nicks and drove both their heads into the water to prevent escape. Nick ignored Tom's efforts and broke apart, releasing his air and scrambled to the surface of the water and out of the tub. Tom frowned at Nick's escape and got out of the tub to chase him on the wet tile floor. He caught up to Nick at the door and slammed it shut, trapping them both in the small space. The cooler air of the room, chilled hot water heated skin, causing Nick to shiver and want to lean back against Tom for warmth, but instead of following temptation, Nick spun in place and tried to punch Tom but a large hot hand stopped his arm in its tracks. Nick looked up at Tom and glared as harshly as he could, ignoring the smug look on the man's face.

Tom forced Nick's hand down with his own and made him stroke himself. Nick gritted his teeth to suppress the moans that were building up in his throat but eventually it all got to him and he groaned softly. As soon as Tom heard the moan he immediately pulled Nick's hand up to above his head and began to stroke Nick's hard length with his own hand. For a while Nick resisted the urge but eventually the pleasure from his hard length coaxed a soft moan from his throat. From then on, he couldn't stop. He writhed and bucked against Toms hand, wanting the hand to go faster and harder. It had been so long since he had felt such pleasure that he wanted it, needed it, so much it bordered on pain. Tom grinned as he saw Nick break apart against him and stroked harder and harder until Nick spurted into his hand, climaxing violently.

After his release, Nick fell to the floor, tired and spent, finally satisfied. Tom took advantage of Nick's weakness and spun them to the floor, with him on top and between Nick's legs. Nick rose out of his reverie from the movement froze as he realized the position they were both in. He was about to push Tom off of him but his hands were still in Tom's grasp. Wanting both his hands free, Tom grabbed his belt, which was taken off earlier and tied Nick's hands together. Immediately afterward, Tom ran his hand down Nick's torso as he kissed him deeply and reached down for Nick's limp length. He stroked it until he was hard again and stopped just as Nick was about to moan in pleasure. Grabbing some lotion, Tom coated his fingers in the lubricant and slipped his first finger into Nick's entrance. Nick froze at the invasion and kicked to get it out of him but Tom swiftly moved the finger in and out until he felt Nick's inner walls loosen with familiarity. Getting impatient, Tom went ahead and shoved his two other digits in. The sudden thickness of all the digits stretched his walls too far and made Nick cry out in agony. Tom growled in annoyance and continued his menstruations, ignoring the cries of pain from Nick.

Suddenly, Tom was lifted away from Nick and thrown back towards the bath tub, in his place stood Gatsby. A look of horror was plastered on his face as he gazed down at Nick. Nick woke out of his shock and stared up at Gatsby, mirroring the look of horror as he realized the situation. Abruptly, Gatsby reached over and threw a towel over Nick then hefted him up bridal style.

He stared down at his close friend in comfort and muttered, "I'm gonna get you out of here, old sport." Then slowly they made their way out of the bathroom, leaving Tom, and to the hallway, where Gatsby had left Daisy after he heard Nick cry out. She was back to being a sobbing mess without the support of someone more stable than her but when she caught sight of Nick she stood straight up and walked up to the two of them.

They both stared at her in confusion before a large smack resounded throughout the room. She had slapped Nick hard in the ace. Then, the tears came again. "You stole my husband from me. Nick, you were such a sweetheart. How could you do this to me?" Nick and Gatsby stood in shock as Daisy broke apart before them. "Now, are you going to take Gatsby? Leave me with nothing!" Nick felt the tears push at the back of his eyes as he became fed up with everything. He had dealt with so much yet now, the woman who had the one person he ever wanted was accusing him of stealing all of her happiness. He opened his mouth to cease her rambling and shout to his defense but a small movement caught his vision. In the corner of the hallway, hidden behind the door frame stood Pam, Daisy and Tom's only daughter. Proof of their love together. Daisy followed Nick's vision and caught sight of her daughter as well and suddenly, she was all better.

She reached out to her child and cajoled her out of her hiding place. "Come here, sweetheart. Oh, my poor foolish daughter." The child came without resistance and clung to her mothers dress with ferocious strength as if she knew that something was wrong with her family. Gatsby watched the interaction with shock and grim realization, as if the entire existence of the child proved that all he was doing was for naught. The child looked up at both of them and stared in fear at Gatsby, as if she knew that he was the cause of all the houses madness. Daisy continued to sooth and pamper her daughter, as if it was the only thing that kept her glued to the perfect life she once had.

Gatsby stood holding Nick for a while, waiting for Daisy to notice them once more but it became obvious that she wanted nothing more to do with them so they left. Gatsby's car was out front where he had left it next to the car Daisy took. I shined in its repainted glory but it still brought a foreboding feeling of murder after what Tom said the Daisy. The fact that he knew she had killed the woman surfaced and Gatsby turned to Nick in wonder of HOW he had come to know the fact. Nick knew that Gatsby was wondering how Tom had come to know of the information and stared up at him in slight anxiety.

Gatsby was staring intently at the car when Nick's voice invaded his thoughts. "Gatsby…" For some reason the voice coupled with the fact that they were saying his name made shivers run down his spine but he quickly ignored it, labeling it as relief that Nick was safe.

He stared down at Nick and smiled his dazzling smile, as if nothing bad had happened to either of them. "What is it, old sport?"

Nick, unable to prevent himself from admitting that it was he who caused the entire mess clung to Gatsby's shirt much like how Pam clung to Daisy. "Tom found out that it was Daisy who was driving the car because of me. When I was in the hospital, I got angry at him and broke his happy little dream by telling him." As he admitted the fact, an edge of envy crept into his voice, after all, before all of this both Daisy and Tom had a perfect life, unrestrained by anything not even guilt or emotions.

Gatsby stood, holding Nick in his arms with a numb feeling. He had realized before Nick had spoke of his actions but he couldn't stay angry at the abused bundle in his arms. Quietly, he turned to the car Daisy brought and placed Nick gently in the passenger's seat. Without a word, he started the car and drove out of the driveway heading back to where they both belong, West Egg.