Hidden in Plain Sight

*Jaime's POV*

Day One was over. It was finally fucking over and it was pure hell. Absolute fucking hell. All I wanted to do the whole time was punch that freaking doctor into his own grave. Who would believe a guy like that. He accused Carly, my Carly, the sweet little girl, of spiking Jess' drink and killing her. Yeah cause thats realistic.

I stared at her the whole time. Her unbrushed curls and the orange suit that was labelled San Diego Correctional Facility. She sat completely still. Little did she move and little did she speak. She was so small. All I wanted was to break her chains and take her away from this. Take her away from this living nightmare. She doesn't deserve this at all.

With the first day of accusations over and done with, We all drove back to my place. Well I drove home and the rest just came with me. Probably to protect me and watch me like I'm a child. Sometimes I want to scream at them and tell them I am not a child and I don't need constant supervision. But I know they're just doing it because they care.

I walked straight into my house leaving them alone, attempting to ignore their presence. I grabbed a glass of water and sat alone in my living room. Of course they follow me. The guys sat one chairs but the girls either stood or sat on the floor. They still haven't found comfort in my house.

They begin to talk a little, but I blocked it all out. I lay on my side and curl up into a pillow, shutting my eyes and try to think of something positive. It works slightly. I think of the times when Carly was here. And were laying on this very couch, in this very position. Right now, she would be right in front of me holding this soft grey pillow, and I would have my arm around her. And we would either be watching a thriller movie, or Disney movie.

What I would give to have her here with me right now. Laying right beside me watching a good movie. Just to look down at her sweet face. Her focus straight on the movie. She still gave in to the suspense even though she's seen it a thousand times. I always smile when I look at her and she is somewhere else.

I always smile when I think of her when she isn't with me.

I always smile.

When I think of her.

When she isn't with me.

I open my eyes softly feeling a heavy emotion. I didn't want anyone to see me about to collapse. I get up and walk into my kitchen again but I don't return. I ran straight to my room, locking the door and crashing into my bed as I made my first cry.

I fucking miss her. I miss her so much I am in so much pain. Physical pain. Physical pain that makes me sick to my stomach. And not to have any contact with her just added more to the pain. I don't know what she's going through but I know it's nothing nice.

I am craving to hold her in my arms. I am almost strangling this pillow to death. Its probably what a sick person does, but keep thinking of her face when I hug this pillow. I hold it tight as if it were here. I never want to let it go, I'd never let her go. How did I ever let her go.

She screamed for my fucking help that night but I was too fucking late. I had her in my arms. I had her right there but I was weak. I was weakened by fear. I should have held on. She was ripped from me like Christmas paper on a present. That was the last time I held her.

BANG, BANG BANG. They knocked on my door hard. They could hear my cries. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE" I screamed at them. I screamed at them at the top of my lungs with every emotion inside me being forced out towards them. I wanted complete solitude and I'll be dammed if I wasn't going to get it.

"Jaime, just let us in please" Vic cried from the door.

"Fuck off. Can I not be treated like a fucking child. Can you all fucking leave!" I still wasn't done.

"We're not treating you like..."

I cut him off. "Yes you are. You haven't left me alone for weeks. I just want to be alone and be sad on my own. I don't need you constantly hanging off me and telling me to stop. Have you ever thought that letting it all out might help me? No. Now leave me alone"

I said it in a more calm tone, but there was still solid anger in my voice. There was nothing after that.
I think they left. They left in silence and they left quickly. Sure enough. I was content to cry in peace.

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I opened my eyes. It was dark. My curtain was open and revealed stars in the night sky. It was nice. I exited my room and went to the kitchen. I grabbed myself a drink and sat outside on my patio. It was a soft night. I sipped at my drink.

"Jaime? It's Vic," I heard my door open. This time I wasn't angry he was here, I was happy. My beys friend was here.

"Yeah man" I simply replied.

He sat in the chair beside me and we just sat in silence. We stared at the sky together. It was nice.

"Can I ask you something?" Vic asked softly. I was still content. I was almost smiling on the inside.

"What set you off earlier?"

"I miss her. I just miss her" Vic placed a hand on my shoulder.

"When I saw her today. I was in awe. She was still so beautiful, but she seemed so broken and unlike herself. It broke me" I became emotional.

There was a pause. It was silent.

"You know what I feel Vic? I feel like Carly is a flower. The most beautiful flower ever. She's exotic. But she's wilting. She's wilting and her glowing petals are falling off and being crumbled by everyone who is bringing her down. I just want to water her. I just want her back to give her care and nurture and bring her beautiful flower back to life. It's likes she's in a hanging pot and I can't reach. I don't have a step ladder to reach her and she's softly dying. I just want to fix it Vic. I just want to fix it".

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated. School went back, fuck loads of homework and I've been sick.

What do you guys think of this chapter? I tried to make it emotional but eh I don't know