"Ok damn it, well right before we went on, Shyla called me. You know, the chick I dated back in December? When we were sticking around the Boston area? Well she's pregnant." He turned around and slammed a fist into the wall. The crappy drywall disintegrated under his blow, surprising him as much as us. Paul jumped up and grabbed him to keep from doing something else stupid. Trent started to fight him, but he just gave up and sunk to the floor.
"What else did she say?" I tried to ask as calmly as possible so I wouldn't set him off again. His dreads were limp as if echoing his misery. He looked up at me with his brown eyes shimmering with pain.
"She said she was having the baby. But I would never get to see it, because she was getting married. Shyla's fiance wants to adopt the baby so they can be a family. What the fuck? Why did she even tell me then? Especially when she was cheating on me with the bastard to begin with?" Trent croaked as he wrapped his arms around himself.
"That really sucks man. I don't know what to say," Paul murmured as he sat back down and carelessly rubbed his styled, pale blonde hair. He looked at me for help. Shit what do we say? Trent was obviously ripped to shreds, and all we could do was sit there and watch it. I knew how he felt. When Sophie broke it off with me, I felt like she ripped my heart out of my chest. The pain was excruciating. Even now I still felt a dull ache, and that was five years ago. I sighed and stood up.
"Come on guys. Let's give Trent some therapy." My heart was sore for my friend. But I knew what he needed. I knew what we all needed. Raine and Paul just looked at me while Trent stared blankly at the wall.
"Therapy. You know - pancakes and coffee? Maybe some sausage and bacon? And bitchy old waitresses? My treat." The last part got everyone up on their feet, even Trent. Yeah, so I was notoriously stingy. But seriously it wasn't every day one of us got our hearts' broken.
It was hard to have girlfriends when you never know where you're going from one week to the next. We had been on the road consistently for the last three years, and no one's had a serious girl in at least two. Except Trent's fling with Shyla which lasted a whopping month and a half, we've all just had one night stands or a few dates. There were a lot of interested girls on the road. I am not humble, we all work really hard to stay in shape and to look good as part of our image.
It was great for a while. But then we all grew up and realized no one we were interested in wanted to put up with the distance. Most girls just wanted the thrill of hanging out and sleeping with a band guy. They split once the novelty wore off. For me, it was all pointless because none of them were Sophie. After a while having sex with women I couldn't give a damn about was like jerking off - got the job done but was totally unsatisfying.
I sighed as I picked up one of our amps and hauled it out to our band bus. Breakfast food wouldn't fill the hole in Trent's heart - nothing would. But it was the least I could do to make myself feel less guilty for being pissed at him earlier. And he did seem to perk up at the thought of food, so maybe he wasn't as heartbroken as he thought. When I was heartsick over Sophie, I didn't eat for months. It took me a long time to finally be able to look at food without wanting to throw up.