Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update. Fucking writer's block. I hope you guys like the second chapter as there will be more to come. Don't think I forgot about The One because I haven't again...writer's block.
This chapter is in Stan's POV
Enjoy...
Chapter 2
"The baby isn't yours!" Says a broken Wendy. I quickly sit up. I couldn't believe it. I've loved Wendy for years. How could she do this to me? After she broke the news to me she left to go stay with her friend Bebe. I'm not going to let this go like that. I need answers. How could the woman I love and the woman who says she loves me cheat on me like this? I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
I headed to the kitchen to fix a bowl of cereal. How can I eat? All I can think about is Wendy and the baby. "The baby isn't yours…the baby isn't yours…the baby isn't yours!" Those words continue to ring in my ears. My eyes begin to well up, but I hold back my tears. This isn't the time for me to be crying. I have to see Wendy. I have to see her right now!
Once I arrived at Bebe's house, I was a bit hesitant about ringing the doorbell. Eventually I did ring it and Bebe answered the door.
"Stan…hi…I didn't expect to see you here."
"Bebe, I need to talk to Wendy."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"She doesn't want to see you."
"Why?"
"She just doesn't…bye." Bebe tries to close the door on me, but I stick my foot in the door.
"Bebe…please…I have to see her. I really do." My eyes begin to well up again.
"Can't you just give her some space?"
"I did that last night. Please just give me 5 minutes to talk to her."
"Fine…because I agree, you guys really need to talk." She lets me in the house. "She's upstairs in the guest bedroom."
"Thank you so much! I owe you one." I give Bebe a hug just before I head up to her guest room. I go in the guest room and I find Wendy sitting on the bed crying. I quietly knock on the door. "Wendy?"
Wendy quickly wipes her eyes. "Stan? What are you doing here? I told you I don't want to see you!"
I sit down next to her. "Why are you pushing me away? We need to talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"There's plenty to talk about. First off, why did you cheat on me? I thought you love me?"
"I do love you…"
"Then why did you cheat on me?"
"Well remember a few months ago when you were away on business?"
"Yeah I remember."
"Well while you were gone, I was feeling pretty lonely. And I went out to the bar one night and some guy bought me a drink. We talked for a while. Later, we went back to his place and we started kissing and stuff and eventually we…did the deed."
My jaw drops. "Why didn't you use protection?"
"We just got so caught up in the moment that we didn't stop to think about that."
"You always made sure we used protection…" I try to fight back the tears.
"Please don't cry Stan. I'm sorry this happened and that you had to find out this way."
"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"
She lowers her head. "The truth is…I…"
"You what?"
"I never planned on telling you…"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want you to be hurt…like you are now…"
"I…I…see…"
"Are you ok?"
I'm still trying so hard to hold back my tears. How can she be so insensitive? Asking me if I'm ok? "What do you think Wendy? Do you THINK I'm ok?"
"Please don't yell at me Stan…"
"I can't believe that…I have to go…" I run out of the room. I hear her calling for me to come back, but I don't answer her. I'm rushing to get out of here and away from her as quickly as possible. Bebe stops me on the way out the door.
"Did you get things resolved?" She asks me.
"No, look I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to go." I walk out the door. Wendy comes down the stairs. "Is he gone?"
"Yes. I told you that your affair would come back to haunt you."
"I know, but I didn't want to hurt him. I really didn't. He's so good to me. He didn't deserve any of this and now I don't think he'll ever forgive me after this." Wendy breaks down into tears as Bebe comforts her.
I'm racing in my car. I'm trying to hurry up and get home. I don't want to take the chance of Wendy following me. I know she knows where I live since she's lives there too, but I just don't her around me right now. I ran a couple of red lights and guess what…I don't care. I think I'm going to make a stop at Kyle's house before I head home since it's on my way. I pound on Kyle's door. Please let him be home, it's a time like this where I could use my best friend. Kyle finally answers the door.
"Damn dude, why are you knocking like you're the goddamn police. What the hell is…" He notices that I'm standing at his doorway sobbing. "Dude…what happened?"
"Can I come in? I really need to talk to you."
"Sure, come on." We go in and sit in the living room. "What's the matter? Did Wendy turn down your marriage proposal?"
"Yeah she did…"
"Dude, I'm sorry to hear that. You must be devastated."
"There's more to it…"
"What?"
"The baby she's carrying…it's…it's…not mine!" I begin breaking down at this point. It's bad enough just thinking about it, but it's even worse when I say it out loud.
"How is that possible? She loves you."
"She cheated on me when I went on that business trip a few months ago."
"With who?"
"I don't know, I don't even want to know. I just can't believe she cheated on me and kept it from me."
"Did she say why she kept it from you?"
"Because she didn't want to hurt me."
"That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard. So now what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I still love her Kyle, and at some point in time I would like to work things out. Just right now, I need space."
"I don't blame you. But hey, if you need anything at all, you know I'm here right?"
"Thanks dude. I think I'm going to go."
"Are you sure you want to be alone?"
"Yeah I'm sure." I head out. I do want to be alone, just not at home. Everything about our place reminds me of her. I think I could go for a drink…or two. I usually don't drink, but with the way I'm feeling right now I'm going to go for it.
As soon as I make it to the bar I order a Bone Crusher. As soon as I get it, I immediately take it to the head. Suddenly someone sits down next to me. It turns out to be Kenny. "Hey Kenny."
"Hey Stan, I'm surprised to see you here."
"I'm having bad day so I figured I could use a drink. Another Bone Crusher please!"
"Bone Crusher? You do realize that drink consists of about five different liquors right?"
"So?"
"So…it will fuck you up…"
"I don't care." I say as I down my second Bone Crusher. I give the bartender a signal that I want another one.
"Dude, what's up with you?"
"Wendy's…pregnant…"
"And you're drinking because of that? Isn't that a good thing?"
"It should be…but some other dude got her knocked up."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
"Don't be…when I find out who that mother fucker is, I'm going to rip his nuts off and hand them to him."
"Damn I wouldn't want to be that guy's shoes."
"I'm going to teach him a lesson about fucking my girl. GIVE ME ANOTHER BONE CRUSHER!"
"Stan, I think you've had enough. I mean dude, you NEVER talk like this. I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Worry about that douche bag that was banging my girl while I was out of town. Where the hell is my drink?"
"Bartender, can you please give me his bill?"
"Bill? I'm not ready to go…"
"Yes you are. You've had enough. I'm going to pay your bill and take you home." Kenny does just that.
The next morning I wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. Goddamn my head is killing me and who the fuck is calling so early? "Hello?" I answer in a tired and annoyed tone.
"Stan, it's me…Wendy." Why the fuck is she calling me? Hasn't she done enough damage? "What is it Wendy?"
"I think we need to finish our chat from yesterday. I didn't like how you left." Either this girl is dense or she's really insensitive.
"I'm not up for talking right now."
"Well I hope you are in an hour because I'll be there then. Bye." She hangs up. Ugh, I feel like shit and she's only going to make me feel worse. I guess I better get this over with.
Well that's all for now. The father of Wendy's baby will be revealed in the next chapter. Have any ideas on who it might be? Next chapter will be up ASAP. Please R&R