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Lies, Secrets and My Brother
Tyler Smythe POV
"Dad?" I heard my sons calling out my name, and took a breath before answering them.
"In here boys…" they walked towards me, both eager to know why they were both summoned into my den.
"So Dad?" Gregory asked me, both sitting down on my comfortable leather chairs.
"I have something very important to discuss with you both, and I am not sure how you both will take it"
"Dad your scaring us…" both my sons said in unison
"You're not dying are you?"
"No I'm not Seb. But this does hold something as important as that…" I said cryptically, and saw the relief in both their faces.
"Just rip it off like a band aid…" I said under my breath, trying to encourage myself.
"Father…?" Gregory asked in an impatient tone, and Seb just looked at me, both wanting to get it over and done with already.
"You have an older brother" I told the both of them, and I watched their faces intently, wanting to take in both of their reactions.
"Brother?" they both asked, shocked
"Yes" I said in a strong voice, eyeing them both
"Who?"
"When?"
"How?"
"Did you have an affair?"
"Slow down boys. I will answer all your questions one at a time. But No, I did not have an affair while I was dating your mother. But I just want to tell you first how it had all happened" my eyes never leaving theirs, as I sat down in my favourite chair.
"I was eighteen and in love with the most beautiful, smart and someone who my father would never approve of, so I didn't tell him about her. Her name was Carole" i paused a little, taking a breah for encouragement.
"So being the overbearing and controlling man that we all know your grandfather to be, he had arranged for me to marry your mother without my knowledge, until the night of my engagement to her. I had tried to leave that night, runaway with the girl that I loved more than life itself, but your grandfather had expected my reaction and had intercepted me first" I sighed, taking a breath, rubbing my neck and making myself more comfortable in my chair, my sons waited eager for me to continue my story.
"We had fought, arms and fist were thrown" I remembered amused when I had punched my father in the gut, and he retaliated by hitting me with the same force, making sure not to get my face.
"Wow you fought with Grandfather?" Gregory asked me with amazement
"Yes" I said bitterly, remembering how my father made sure not to hit me anywhere anybody would be able to see, the bastard!
"We fought for a long time, before he said that he 'would disown me and I would have to live a pitiful common life with my whore' as her called her.
"How did he find out about her?" Sebastian asked me, interest peaking even more, remembering that I had asked the same question all those years ago.
"'I have my source' your grandfather stated to me bitterly"
"Wow I knew grandfather was hard, but I didn't think he was a complete bastard" Gregory hadn't realised that he had spoken the words aloud till I raised my eyebrows at him, a laugh escaping my lips.
"You are definitely my son Gregory" I said with a laughing even harder, both my sons laughed along with me, breaking the tension a little in the room.
"So to sum it up he gave me an ultimatum that I was to coward to refuse. Your grandfather finally finished his 'insightful talk' with me and I got in my car and drove to Carole's house. asking her to come for a walk with me, and I knew that it would break my heart knowing that she loved me as much as I loved her, so I did the only thing I knew how to change that…" my voice broke a little, my eyes watering slightly at the memory
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Sebastian Smythe POV
I listened on as my father spoke to my brother and I, detailing the night that had broken his heart completely, and lead the life to this very moment.
I had never seen my father so emotionally broken before, and I could see where I had gotten my soft nature from, even though I was gay, I knew that I was my father's son, hell knew there was no way I could be my mother's son, if I could, I would refute even knowing her at all.
"I had told her that she was just a fling and made her hate me. I knew it was the only way that I could live the life that I never wanted to live, but I was too afraid to see what life without comfort would be like…" I felt so sad for my father's heartbreak, and now realised the reason why my father had always encouraged my love life, and never cared who I chose to love, as long as I was chasing the guy I did want, my heart went out to him even more.
"I watched her walk out of my life, never to see her again, until the night of you sectionals that is…" he looked me right in the eyes, and now realised why he had never met to congratulate me straight away, he had said to me that he was held up a little, that was the reason why he had been running late to see me!
'He DID see me perform!' I thought with glee, I mentally pumped my arms in the air.
'But who could possibly be my brother?' I wondered
'Possibly someone from New Directions maybe' I questioned
"I was surprised to see her there, and we spoke for a while, and she asked me what I was doing there, and I responded that I was there to watch my son perform, and she had asked me how I knew about him, and I looked at her confused, obviously not wanting to reveal to me about the baby I thought she had gotten rid of…" his voice caught in his throat, obviously hating that he had even asked her that.
I knew that if he had known she had kept the baby, he would have dumped my mother straight away, inheritance or not.
"Well you're probably wondering when she had told me about the baby, it was a week later. She was scared and felt alone, and was scared her father would kick her out. So I forced myself to act horrible to her, giving her an envelope that consisted of a five thousand dollars and wrote her a check of a million and told her to never come to me again and to get rid of the baby…" he told us regretfully, a tear running down his face that he quickly wiped away from his face.
"So she took the money and fled the mansion, and I never heard from her again, until like I said, had saw her the night of the sectionals. I spoke to her a couple of days ago. I want us to get to know your brother" he eyed us again, waiting to see our reactions.
"Who... who is our brother?" I asked him curiously, my eyes never leaving his
"Finn Hudson" he answered me strongly, and I choked on my breath
"What?" I asked in shock, and I stood up, walking away from them
