The car stopped at Wilson's garage. Instantly, anger filled my body. Myrtle should be alive. Myrtle should be there. But instead, this man - this man - let her go and get killed. I knew who it was. Gatsby. He was one with the yellow car. He was the one driving. God knows, he wouldn't let Daisy drive. But this man let her get killed. How dare he be upset. He didn't love her...not like me. He didn't take care of her. Not like me. She was unhappy. Surely Wilson must have known that. I mean, she was having an affair with me. He knew she had one. Then he let it slip from his fingers – irresponsibly. Sighing, I got out of the car and approached the garage entrance. I knew Daisy was having an affair with Gatsby. The way she so easily volunteered to ride with him and how her eyes were full of love around him. It was unacceptable. Did he honestly think he could steal my girlfriend? Suddenly he takes a keen interest in her. Was this supposed to make me feel better? I opened the garage door and instantly the smell of death filled my nostrils. I looked around the garage, looking for this stupid man. I spotted him slumped in a chair near the stairs. How dare he be so upset. “Wilson,” I called, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He remained slumped in the chair, his eyes glued to the floor, refusing any eye contact or any other sign of recognition. “Wilson!” I shouted, making him flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was a sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he didn't deserve to be sad. He had no reason. He didn't like her. He couldn't support himself. Not like I could – or would. “Y-Yes? He stammered, his eyes downcast. Alvarado 2 “I have to tell you something,” I began, ...... middle of paper ...... Ilson, just tell the police. They’ll take care of it,” I falsely begged. " No ! I'll take care of it myself! » he shouted. “Wilson, please!” Let it sit overnight, don't make crazy decisions. I was tired of this act of false begging, how exhausting it was. “I-I’ll let you know,” he said, although I could tell he was furious. His face was red and he stared into space above him. "Daisy and I are leaving, so if you're planning on doing anything, wait until we leave, Daisy doesn't need to see that," I said. In truth, Daisy just didn't need to be with Gatsby and I didn't need her to think of herself as a hero and rush to save him or mourn him, although I doubted she would. . I'll see you later, Tom," Wilson nodded. Alvarado 4 "Goodbye Wilson," I said, turning on my heel and walking out of the garage, vengeance in the air and a smirk on my face..