Hidden in Plain Sight

*Jaime's POV*

It's been a month. A freaking painful month since we had laid my beautiful girlfriend to rest. And for that whole month I've been watching and waiting, waiting to be told the cause of Jess' death. She was autopsied before her funeral but they couldn't find anything. The doctors and lab people have told me it could have been cardiac arrest although that is very unlikely. They've also told me it could have been a parasite that has killed her, but there were no traces of that found either.

The lab people say they are stunned and honestly confused at what had killed Jess. And I am more than very frustrated with them. I just want to know what had killed my beautiful woman. It's been tearing me apart but i am coping surprisingly well. I really do hope I find out soon.

But for that time, I've had the best support from my friends and family, Carly in particular. I don't know why Carly, my boss of all people, but she's kinda just been there and she is always wanting for me to vent my feelings and emotions. She is just a really good person to talk to. And the fact she's lost someone very close to her, she can relate to what I am feeling and going through and I guess that's what's been the best part.

Right now, we are currently sitting in the studio, working on our new album, picking up right where we left off. The fans have been so supportive for us when we had announced we were going through a difficult time and won't be working on the album for a while. Of course some people were extremely mean but it's the supportive fans that make this situation a lot better.

It was a pretty chill day at the studio today. Right up until the end of the day, everyone was feeling pretty good, including me, but when we were walking to our cars, I saw Carly looking at her phone. She just stopped for a few seconds. I saw her mood change and her demeanour. We all noticed it. We decided to ask if she was alright.

"Yeah, I'm alright... I just uh, got a message from my brother" she smiled. It was obvious she was hiding something behind that smile.

"Wait, you have a brother?" Tony asks out of nowhere.

"Two actually. Dustin and Blake are my older twin brothers. Dustin just messaged me" Tony nods.

"So are you sure you're alright?" Vic asks, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm alright. It's just...never mind. Go home and get some rest." She smiles.

"Carly, please tell us if something is bothering you. We're always here to help" I smile. The rest of the guys nod.

"It's the anniversary of my mothers death. My brother just sent me a picture of himself and my nephews at her grave and I guess I just feel bad that I didn't get to go over and see them this year" Carly breathes heavily. She's holding in tears.

We are all kind of silent. The guys even look at me for a moment, but I'm fine. "We're so sorry to hear that Carly. If you want anyone to talk to, I'm sure we'll all be here" I speak up.

Carly smiles softly. "Thank you guys but I'm alright" Carly pauses to look at her phone. "Apparently Dustin and my nephews are going to come over to visit soon" she smiles.

"That will be exciting" Vic smiles.

"Yeah it will be. I haven't seen them in a few years actually. Anyway I better go home. I'll see you guys early tomorrow morning" Carly gets into her car and drives off. As do the rest of us.

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It's about 11 at night when I begin to doze off on my lounge. But before I could fall asleep. My phone rings beside my ears, making me jump. I check the caller I.d and it's Carly. I wonder what she wants.

"Hello?"

"Jaime, my main man, how are you!" She says extremely loud into the phone.

"I'm alright, what about you?" I ask cautiously,

"I've fucking fantastic. I'm drunk as hell and I have music blasting through my entire house" she slurs heavily.

"Carly, are you alright? Do you need me to come over?" I begin to worry. For as long as I've known Carly, I've known that she rarely will drink to get drunk and she only drinks a lot when she's partying.

"Jaime, man, I've said" she pauses to hiccup, "that I'm fucking fantastic"

"I'm gonna come over". Before she could reply. I've hung up and grabbed my keys. Something is wrong. I can feel it.

I drive to her place and when I pull up I can hear music blaring from her house. It's a wonder the cops haven't shown up yet. I barge into her house and Carly is sitting in her kitchen, a bottle of vodka held loosely in her drunken grip.

"Carly! Oh my god, what are you doing?" I rush to her side taking the bottle from her.

"I don't know, if you can't tell I was having a drink. Now give me it back" she slurs and rocks to her side. Then all of a sudden, the song changes. Terrible Things by Mayday Parade plays.

"Oh my god, mums song!" Carly yells before she slurs the lyrics to the song. That's what it is. She's upset about her mother. I knew something was wrong and this is it.

After what seemed like hours, I've finally turned off the music and got Carly into bed, but not before she ended up vomiting everywhere. She made it to her bathroom at the least. But after I got her settled, I cleaned up her mess. It was gross.

When I returned, she was making grabby hands at me, begging me to lie in bed with her until she falls asleep. I do so reluctantly.

"You know Jaime, you're such a good person. I really really like you. I mean, you are an awesome guitar player and you have the coolest personality. And you're just a comforting person. You even came over here and cleaned up my sick. That's what I consider a good friend. But I think you're also so strong. I mean, you just lost your girlfriend, I'm still not sure if she even liked me, and I don't know why she didn't like me but oh well. But you lost her and now you're here, watching me cry hopelessly like a small child who lost an argument with someone. I'm crying about my mother. She died when I was 7. It was 21 years ago. I mean, I'm like 23, I should be over it. My brothers are and even my father is. But why aren't i. I'm over it, but why am I crying and drinking. Why. Jaime" she looks at with sad eyes.

I go to reply but she moves her head down and tucks herself into my shoulder. Within seconds, she's fallen asleep, or she's passed out. Either way, I had to leave her. As I get up and tuck her into bed, I walk through her house and I come across a picture in a frame. It was a picture of her, sitting at her mothers grave when she was young. She had long brown curly hair. Her hand was reaching for the headstone. A picture next to it, it moved me. It was a picture of her whole family. Her mother and father and her brothers in the hospital. She was so young. I really hope she gets better soon.

Notes

I'm so sorry for the late update, I have been so busy. I'm on school holidays at the moment and I've basically been at work the whole time. Sorry guys.