What I Was Thinking After the Love of My Life Hit Her Husband's Side Chick With a Car

Now yes, the title sounds awful. But let me explain. When Daisy began crying and yelling to go home, I knew it was most likely over between us. I tried convincing her everything would be alright, that me and her could work out, but she wanted to leave. What could she even see in Tom anyhow? This feeling I felt in this moment is one for a completely different post. After this event, Tom told us to go home in my car- which he had driven here in the first place. On our way home, Daisy insisted she drive- she was wrecked, and upset. She must have been speeding, because before we knew it, we saw a woman, screaming, jump in front of our car. Maybe Tom’s mistress? We were going too fast to even know for sure, and we just weren’t able to stop in time. Poor Daisy was petrified, and had no clue what to do. I took the wheel, guiding the rest of the way home. Even though I was extremely sad about the fact that we might have lost our chance, I had to make sure she was okay, I still care about her. This was a serious situation, a woman did just die, but Daisy needed to be okay as well. When we got back home, I hid in the surrounding areas by her house, and refused to leave her until I knew for sure that she wouldn’t need any help with Tom. If he were to do anything to her- I would kill him. I don’t trust him at all. When Nick found me, the old sport called me insane. He said a woman was dead and I was too worried about Daisy, but I was upset about it all. I was worried about the fact that we just ran over and killed someone, I was worried about Daisy, and I was worried that things were never going to be the same. Of course, I’m going to take the blame. Why wouldn’t I? And it was my car. It would be hard not to see me as a suspect. However now Tom will have even more hatred towards me, and my dreams of a future with Daisy are now most likely shattered. Nick, the old sport, did have a nice long talk with me afterwards-the only person I could actually call a friend.