Eclipse {Ravi Singh}

48

disclaimers: I don't own ggbb and I'm listening to yeehaw music

"recording." amaris tells her sister and Conner as she looks down at pips laptop, "you gotta stop biting your nails though, con. the mics picking it up."
"sorry." conner brings his hand down and away from his mouth.
"it's fine just try to find a quiet nervous tick."
"so I wanted to focus on that comment you made earlier, that Jamie had been acting strangely the last few weeks. short-tempered and distant. can you give us specific instances and dates?" pip asks.
"yeah, I’ll try. It’s been the last couple of months, really, that Jamie’s mood has seemed kind of erratic. he was fine, just normal Jamie, and then at the start of march he seemed really miserable and quiet, would hardly talk to anyone. a ‘black cloud hanging over him’, to use my mom’s words."
"your mum seems to think kamie was upset when nat da silva got a new boyfriend, as they’d been getting so close. could that have explained jamie’s mood then?"
"yeah maybe, that probably matches up timewise. so he was like that a couple of weeks and then, suddenly, he was ok again, smiling and joking, spending a lot of time on his phone. we have a ‘no phones with netflix’ rule, otherwise mom just goes on facebook and we have to rewind when she misses stuff. but I noticed jamie was always on his, and not just on reddit, it looked like he was typing, talking to someone."
"and he seemed in a good mood during this period?" amaris asks
"yeah definitely. for like a week and a half, he was on really good form: chatty, smiley. normal jamie. and then it switched back again, just as suddenly. i know exactly which day it was, because we all went to see the new tomb raider film, which was the 30th march. before we left, jamie comes out of his room and says he’s not coming, and I could tell from his voice he was trying not to cry. But my dad told him he had to because we’d already bought the tickets. they got into a bit of a row about it, and in the end jamie did come. I sat next to him, could see him crying during the film. he didn’t think anyone could see, because it was dark."
"do you know what made him so upset?" pip continues with her questions
"no idea. he carried on like that for a few days, locking himself in his room, straight after work. I asked him if he was ok one night, and he just said, ‘yeah, fine,’ though we both knew he wasn’t. jamie and me, we’ve always told each other everything. everything. up until recently. i don’t know what happened to us."
"and after those few days?"
"well, then he kind of went back to normal. he seemed happy, not like happy happy, but better than before. and on his phone the whole time. I just wanted us to be close again, to play around like we always used to, so one day when he was typing away on his phone, a few weeks ago, I ran past and grabbed it, saying, ‘Who’re you texting then?’ it’s just a joke, he always does it to me. but jamie didn’t take it like that. he snapped. pushed me up against the wall until I dropped the phone. I was never going to actually look at it, it was just a joke. but when he had me up against the wall like that, it . . . it didn’t feel like my brother any more. he said sorry afterwards, said something about privacy, but it was . . . you know, it felt wrong. and I’ve heard him, up really late on the phone. in fact, almost every night the last two weeks or so. and a couple of times over the last week or so, I’ve heard him sneak out of his room once mom and dad have gone to bed. don’t know where he goes. he did that last week, on his birthday night. I heard him sneak out before midnight. I waited up, listening. he came back in around two and when I mentioned it the next morning he said I must’ve been hearing things. and I woke up randomly at three a.m. monday night this week; I’m pretty sure it was him sneaking back in that woke me."
"i see."
"but this is not normal Jamie. You know him,  he’s usually so easy-going, calm. and now his mood is suddenly up and down. keeping secrets, sneaking out. getting angry. something’s wrong, i just know it. my mom showed you the text, right? she sent it to jamie around half twelve last night and it’s still not delivered. his phone’s been off since before then. or broken."
"or out of battery?"
"no. it was on almost full-charge. i know because when we were in the car, i asked jamie the time and he showed me his screen. he was on eighty-eight percent or something. It’s a newish phone, it wouldn’t die that quickly. and why would he turn it off when he was out and about? doesn’t make sense."
"yes, the text not delivering at that time certainly is significant."
"what do you think it means?"
"i can’t speculate until we know more."
"it means he’s in trouble, doesn’t it? you just don’t want to say. that someone’s hurt him. or taken him?"
"connor, we don’t know anything yet. we're not ruling anything out, but we can’t settle on conclusions without any evidence, that’s not how this works. let’s move on to yesterday. can you talk me through your day, your interactions with jamie? anything significant?" amaris steps in her voice soft and gentle
"um."
"what?" pip asks
"well, there was something." Conner says hesitantly.
"connor . . ." pip trails off though her question was evident
"you won’t tell my mom, will you?"
"remember what you asked of us? this will go out to hundreds of thousands of people. your mom is going to hear it, so whatever it is, you need to tell me and then you need to tell her." pip tell Conner not particularly roughly just not softly.
"shit, yeah. it’s just . . . ok, so jamie and my mlm, they get on really well. they always have done. I guess you might call him a mama’s boy; they just click. but jamie and dad have a tricky relationship. jamie’s said to me before that he thinks dad hates him, that dad’s constantly disappointed by him. they don’t really talk anything through, they just let things build up until they occasionally explode into big arguments. and then once that’s done and the awkwardness has gone, they go back to normal and the cycle resets. well . . . they had one of their big arguments – yesterday."
"when?" amaris questions
"at, like, half five. mom was at the supermarket. it ended before she got back, she doesn’t know. i was listening from the stairs."
"what was it about?"
"the usual things they fight about." Conner answers pip shrugging, "dad telling jamie he needs to buck up his ideas and sort his life out, that he and mom won’t always be there to pick up the pieces. jamie said that he was trying, that dad never notices when he’s trying because he presumes jamie’s going to fail anyway. i couldn’t hear the whole fight, but i remember dad saying something like, ‘we aren’t a bank, we are your parents.’ i don’t know what that was about, i guess maybe dad brought up that he thinks jamie should pay rent to still live here. mom thinks that’s ridiculous and will never allow it, but dad’s always, going on about ‘how else will he learn?’ The last thing they said to each other before mom came back was . . ."  Conner trails off his posture rigid
"what?" pip urges
"dad said, ‘you’re a waste of space.’ and jamie said, ‘i know.’"
"is this why everyone was quiet on the drive to the memorial? your mom picked up on that."
"yeah. oh Gid, she’s gonna be so upset when I tell her."
"you should tell her tonight, when we're gone." amaris suggests.
"i guess." Conner nods
"so, back to that night. You arrive at the memorial, and you go off to find our friends, and jamie goes off to find nat. but then jamie did come up to you at one point. when zach and i were talking to my new neighbours, jamie came and spoke to you."
"yeah."
"what did he say then?" amaris asks
"he apologized. said sorry about the argument with dad; he knows I hate it when they fight. and then he told me that after the memorial, he was going to go to nat da silva’s house for a bit; spend the evening with her. I think they thought it was only right, to be in the company of someone else who knew sal and andie. he said he’d back home that night, though. and as he walked off, the last thing he said to me was, ‘see you later.’ I don’t think he’d lie to my face like that, if he knew he wasn’t coming back. but mom and i called nat this morning; nat never saw jamie after the memorial. she doesn’t know where he is."
"and where did you go, after the memorial?" pip questions
"well me and zach didn’t want to go to the calamity party with ant and lauren, because they ignore everyone else anyway, so I went back to zach’s new house and we . . . we played fortnite, so now the world knows that then. and later zach dropped me home."
"what time?" amaris prodes
"we left zach’s just after half eleven, so I must have been back around twelve. I was tired, went straight to bed, didn’t even brush my teeth. and jamie never came back. I was sleeping, went to bed with no second thought about jamie. it’s so stupid, really, how you take things like that for granted. I was stupid. I thought he’d come home. he was supposed to come home. and now he’s . . ." Conner trailed off not finishing whether it was because he was going to say 'he's dead' or he didn't want to say missing again amaris didn't know.

what amaris did know was that the word dead passed through her head so many times during the conversation with Conner and joanna she was afraid Jamie really was gone.

a/n
most of this chapter is copy and paste his I wanted to post for talk so if this chapter is disappointing that's why.