Well here's Chapter 4. It's kind of short, but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!

Stan's POV

Chapter 4

I'm still in shock over what happened. How could this be happening? I totally didn't see this coming. Well most of her belongings are still here I guess I might as well pack them up for her. The sooner she's out of my life the better. I head into the living room to find a suitcase and the first thing I see are pictures of her all over the place. UGH! I can't take this! I pick them up and begin throwing them up against the wall. There's a lot of glass on the floor, but who cares I can clean that up later. I pick up a picture of Wendy and me. It was picture taken on her 21st birthday, one of my favorite pictures. My eyes begin to well up, damn we used to be so happy. I pick it up to throw it when my door suddenly opens. It turns out to be Bebe. "What are you doing here?" I ask her rudely.

"I'm sorry to just barge in. I was going to knock, but I heard crashing sounds coming from your apartment and I saw that the door was cracked so I figured I would just come on in."

"Well what do you want?"

"I came to check on you to see how you're doing."

"Well as you can see I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine to me. You're throwing pictures of Wendy around…"

"I want her out of my life and I think this is the easiest way to do it." I slam the picture in my hand into the wall. A piece of glass from the picture frame bounces back and ends up cutting my hand pretty deep. "SHIT!" I shout out.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine! Can you please leave? I want to be alone right now!"

"I'm not going to leave you here like this. You're hurting and you really shouldn't be alone."

"I told you I'm fine now get OUT!"

"I'm not leaving!"

"I'm telling you to leave! Take your friend's belongings with you!" I go in the bedroom and grab all of Wendy's clothes out of the closet and give them to Bebe.

"You really should take care of that hand of yours."

"You really should mind your own business. I can take care of myself without any advice from YOU!"

"I'm just looking out for you that's all."

"I'm a grown man, I can look out for myself." Bebe heads into the bathroom. "What the hell are you doing?" She comes out of the bathroom with a wet rag and begins to wipe the blood off of my hand. "I can do that myself."

"Well you're not doing it so I figured that since I'm here I might as well." She smiles at me. Suddenly, I begin to break down…something I've been doing too much of lately. Bebe puts her arms around me and I cry in her arms. "There, there, it will be ok…it will be ok."

"Don't you get it Bebe? I will NEVER be ok! Wendy is the love of my life!" I cry even harder.

"I know she is, but you have to move on…she did. You're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end."

"Bebe, you have to tell me…"

"Tell you what?"

"Who is he? Who's the guy that stole the love of my life away from me?"

"Stan, that's not my place to tell you…"

"Come on Bebe please. I have to know."

"I can't. You really should ask Wendy."

"I already did and she wouldn't tell me either."

"Then I really shouldn't be the one to tell you. I can't betray my best friend's trust like that."

"Bebe, I'm your friend too. Don't you think I have a right to know?"

"Well…not really. I mean you know the father ISN'T you, so it's really none of your business."

"None of my business? I've been with the girl for 10 years and she gets pregnant by another man while we're still dating and you say that's none of my business? Well I sure as hell think that it is my business. Now you came over here to make sure I was ok, well I'm telling you that I won't be ok until I know who the father is."

Bebe sighs. "Are you sure you really want to know the answer to that?"

"YES! I've only been asking that for the last 10 minutes. Now tell me who he is."

"It's Cartman…"

"Cartman? You mean Cartman as in…Eric Cartman? Fat ass?"

"Do you know of any other Cartmans?"

"No…"

"Ok then. So now you know. Now what? That doesn't change things now does it?"

"I guess not…I just never thought that…doesn't matter. Thank you for telling me Bebe."

"No problem, I guess I better get going. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, thanks. I'll see you later." I show her out. I can't believe this…of all people Cartman? She cheated on me with him? Those two can't stand each other. How could they possibly have sex and create a life together? This doesn't make any sense to me. I have to talk to him. I don't know what I'm going to say, but I'm sure I'll think of something.

I'm driving slower than usual. It's not that I'm scared or anything, I just need extra time to think of the right words to say. Suddenly my cell phone rings. Who could possibly be calling? "Hello?" I answer.

"Dude, it's Kyle."

"Oh hey man what's going on?"

"Look, Bebe called me and told me that Cartman's the father."

"Well damn, she sure didn't hesitate to tell you like she did to me."

"Yeah, she told me so I could check on you. I called your house and there was no answer, so where are you?"

"I'm heading over to Cartman's house right now."

"Why?"

"I'm going to talk to him about the situation."

"What the hell are you going to say to him?"

"I haven't thought about that yet."

"Stan, for your own safety, turn around and go back home. Call him on the phone if you want to talk. Confronting him in person is only going to be trouble."

"Maybe for him, not for me."

"Well look at you trying to sound confidant, but seriously dude, let it go. At least give yourself some time to calm down before you talk to him. Have another talk with Wendy about it. Maybe the three of you can sit down and work it out together."

"I don't have anything else to say to her."

"Either way, chill out first before you go over there starting problems."

"Dude, I'm grown, I'll handle this my way."

Kyle sighs. "Ok…just PLEASE be careful."

"I will, I'll talk to you later."

"Call me if you need anything."

"I will, bye." Kyle and I hang up. He did have a point. I am a little too emotional to go over there to confront Cartman. Hell, I'll admit I'm a little scared. Not scared of Cartman, just scared of how things are going to go down when I get there. Maybe I should take Kyle's advice and have all of us sit down and talk about it, but I really don't want to talk to Wendy right now. Maybe in time I can, but not now.

I'm pulling up into Cartman's neighborhood. It's not too late for me to turn around. NO! I'm here, I'm going to do this. Get out of the car and head to Cartman's house. I stand in front of the door and freeze. What's wrong with me? Why am I chickening out like this? I finally get the courage to knock. There's no answer so I knock again. Maybe he's not home. Suddenly the door opens and there's Cartman…other wise known as fat ass. That hasn't changed one bit. He has a few inches over me and about a good 100 pounds over me as well. I look at him and start moving my mouth, but there's no sound coming out.

"What the hell do you want Stan?"

"Cartman, I think it's time we had a talk…"