His Name

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Jenna's POV

We were all sitting in the well organized kitchen. Josh sitting at the kitchen island, playing with Mittens who was on the counter in front of him. Me, pacing trying to fathom why Ann was screaming and Tyler who was trying to calm me down. We heard water running from upstairs.
"Jenna honey, could you please sit down and we can think through this together?"  Tyler asked pleading with concern.
"No, I can't just sit down. You saw and head her up there. She's never done that." I said, fuming with confusion.
"Maybe she'll explain when she gets down here. But for now, please sit down." He said on he verge of tears.

Tyler's POV

I've only known Ann for a few years. But only from what Jenna has told me.
Ann was quiet. Kept to herself. But she was always happy. You know? When we heard, and by we, I mean Jenna and I, that she was seeing someone, it almost made us concern. Ann was naive to the world around her and liked to rush into things quickly. There was never ' Hey. Let's think about this thoroughly and see if I want to go through with it.' I wouldn't call her impulsive though. I find it kinda weird that after she starting talking to this person, that she disappeared from the face of the earth for seven years. We still have that question to be answered. What happened in the past seven years?

Jenna's POV

I watched as Tyler starred off into space, deep in his thoughts. Maybe he's thinking about the scene ustairs. The way she was trashing around. Screaming and crying. The way she she was breathing. Oh so heavily. my thoughts got interuppted by the pattering of feet. We all watched as Ann desended from the stairs. Her curly hair damp and her face red. Her cheeks no longer tear stained but flushed as if she was embaressed.
"Hey" was all that could come from small mouth. Her voice no longer elegant and soft but broken and corse.
I ran up to her and hugged her. Its all I could for her, was just hug her. She felt fagile. She was ready to break at any moment. Ann was weak, literally and figuritivally. Seconds after I embraced her, she collasped in my arms and started to cry.
"Ann please tell me whats going on. I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything and everything." I said as I slid usto the floor.
"H-him." She said between sobs.
"Who's him Ann" Tyler asked out of curiousity.
Ann looked up at Tyler through her hair.
"Ezra." She said as she began to breakdown again.

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