“Oh my God, Kevin!” Nick sobbed into the receiver. I can’t believe it! She can’t be gone!” Kevin could feel a heave dread settle in hisstomach. “What’s wrong? Who can’t be gone? Nick, slow down and explain.” Nick took a deep breath.
“Anna…she- she’s dead” he said with another sob. “What?!” Kevin cried in disbelief. “She can’t be dead, she was fine yesterday! What happened to her?!” Kevin was yelling by now. "I don't know, kev. I found her in the bathroom...she...she k- ... killed herself." Nick broke down again, sobbing loudly. "I don't believe that!" Kevin screamed into the reciever.
A.J. walked throught the front door placing hiskeys on the table in the foyar. When he saw the expression on Kebins face, he hurried to the phone to see what was the matter. "What the hell is going on, man?" Kevin looked at him, tears streaming down his face . Wiping his eyes, he turned to explain. "It's Anna, she's... she... she... Nick just... she died"
"What?" A.J. asked, his voice barely above a wisper. "Nick said he found her ans she had killed herself." He shook his head. He didn't want tobelieve what he was hearing. "No." he shook his head again. "She would never do that. She'd never do that. She loved life too much." Kevin held back another fit of sobs. "Nick, what did she do?" Nick sighed. "She slit her wrists. Theres blood everywhere. I called the police. What am I gonna do?" Kevin wiped his eyes and handed the phone to A.J.
"Nick, what happened to her?" There wasnt anything wrong with her when she left hesterday. You've done something to her! Nick, what did you do to her?!" A.J. screamed at the phone in his hands with tears flooding down his face and neck, he raised his arm above his head and hurled the phone to the other side of the room, hitting the wall, cracking it into big black chunks of plastic.
As Nick heard A.J.'s end of the line g odead, he hung up the phone and laid back in his chair sobbing.
We'll talk to you later, man, we've got a few things to do at Sara's house, but we'll definately let you know if we hear anything." "Okay. Thanks, man. I'll talk to you guys later." Brian shut the fromt door behind Howie and Sara before walking down the hall and peaking into Ashton's room and checking on her nap, then he walked back into the living room. Slumping into his easychair, he sighed.
The screaming telephone beside Brians head jearked him away from his small nap. He snatched it up in hopes that it would be Rachel. "Hello?" "Yes, can I please speak with Mr. Brian Littrell.?"
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