Paint It Black

A week didn't go by when something went wrong.

Frank called me, mad as hell. I really couldn't understand all the yelling, and the words he was trying to make out.

"What? Slow down, Frank, please!" I shouted at him.

"Please tell me you didn't fucking sleep with that asshole!" He shouted back.

"What? Who?"

"Tyler! That asshole is going around saying that the baby you're carrying is his!"

I raised my brow, "What? That's too fucking impossible. We used a condom."

"When did you sleep with him?" Frank sounded agitated.

"I don't know," I told him.

I did know, I just didn't want Frank toget anymore upset.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he growled.

"I-I can't remember," I still lied.

"Was it before or after we did it?"

"Before," I sighed heavily.

"This is just fucking great, Sunny!"

I winced at the shouting, "The baby isn't his."

"How the fuck do you know? What if the condom broke?"

"He would have told me."

"I can't believe this," he started, "just as we were getting everything together..." he voice trailed softly.

"Frank, I swear, it isn't his," I stressed tiredly, "I'm certain of it."

"I...I'm gonna go. I'll call you later," with that, Frank hung up on me.

I looked at my phone, letting tears overflow in the corners of my eyes, and dropped it on my carpeted floor. I put my hands to my face and leaned over my knees, feeling sick.
-

I don't know how long I was in my room, but it was long enough for Butcher to come in and check up on me. I was still staring at my floor, bent over, sobbing softly.

"Sunny? What's wrong?" Butcher came over and kneeled in front of me.

"My life is over," I mumbled.

"Why? What happened?" he asked worriedly.

I looked up, sniffling, "Tyler..." I swallowed the harsh lump in my throat, "He's telling everyone this baby is his."

Butcher eyed me, confused, "Why?"

I shrugged, "I don't know!" I lashed out, "Now Frank's mad at me...fuck." I started to sob again.

"Did you call Tyler?"

"Fuck him!" I shouted, "I can't believe he's saying all this shit!"

"You should call your mom, maybe she can talk to him."

I shook my head, "With my luck, she'll back him up."

"What did Frank say?"

I wiped my eyes, "He said he'd call me back."

Butcher sat on the bed beside me, wrapping his arm around me, "Don't stress over this, Sun, it'll work out, I promise."

I shook my head, "Why does this always happen to me, Butcher? Why?"

"Some people go through tougher times than most...it's what makes us live and appreciate good things that come. Y'know, like this baby, it'll be the best "good" you'll receive."

I looked up at him, "Y'know," I started, taking a deep breath, "you're the first guy who hasn't disappointed or left me. Thank you, Butcher."

He gave me a short, confused look, "You don't have to thank me, Sunny."

I shrugged, "I have to."

"Just because I'm here? I'll always be here."

I rested my aching head on his shoulder, "I'm forever in your debt."

He sighed, "No you aren't. Just continue to be my friend, then we're square, alright?"

I nodded, "Okay."
-

It didn't take long before Meghan called, asking if the rumor that Tyler was spreading was true or not. Of course, I told her it wasn't.

"He's telling everyone," she informed me, "I don't believe it."

"I hope he rots in Mormon hell, or whatever," I cursed angrily, "I fucking hate him."

She sighed softly, "Mikey told me Frank's really upset."

"Yeah, I know."

"What'd he say?"

"Nothing. He just asked if it was true, and then he got mad. I rather not get into it." I rubbed my neck.

"I'll talk to him for you, okay? You guys shouldn't end this way."

"I...," I paused, "Don't talk to him, Meg, it won't help."

"Are you sure? He and Mikey hang out a lot, and I'm going to see Mike tonight."

"No, just...leave it alone," I mumbled.

"Alright, if you say so. You know, if you need anything, at all, I'm here Sunny," Meghan sounded a little worried too.

"Thanks Meghan, but I'm okay...I think."

"Any time, Sun."