Double Life

Disclaimer: Don't own Wendell and Vinnie, don't own iCarly

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Chapter 11 (Family Dinner Part 2)

He was grateful that they had enough chicken to go around, so he didn't have to worry too much about making extra. Though that wasn't a primary concern for him at the time. They also had an extra chair that Carly was able to pull over. She sat next to Wendell while Taryn sat to his right, and Wilma to his left. Wilma was studying Carly and slowly working the numbers in her head. Nobody dared to break the silence, and Spencer had no idea how to do so.

It was Carly that finally spoke after she stabbed her chicken with a fork. She slowly shook her head and looked up to Spencer, full of confusion and concern. "I begged dad to let me come visit you since finals were over. I went to the apartment and you weren't there, I wanted to surprise you. Freddie's mom said you moved away a long time ago, which I thought was impossible. Oh, Freddie moved away too, not that I really care where he went."

Spencer raised an eyebrow and took a bite of his own chicken, "Why?" He spoke calmly and quietly, so as to not reveal the screaming inside of him. Wilma kept her silent studying, still tearing her chicken apart with her silverware, as she so often did. Wendell and Taryn were both looking at Carly, listening to her story. Spencer was shocked, but at least now he knew why she hadn't emailed him in a while.

"Oh, because when I left, Sam told me that he was trying to get a date with her because I was gone. So she came to LA to room up with a friend while waiting for her mom to move down here. Anyway, Freddie got a place of his own at the college dorms. I got a hold of Sam who said someone looked like you at this shop she went to, but she wasn't sure since she didn't get a close enough look."

He feared that Sam might have seen him, and of course, she did. "I see. What then?"

"I told her it was impossible. Found Freddie, who helped track the IP address that came along with your emails, and well…she was right, you were here in LA. Found Sam, she took me to the shop she thought she saw you, and one of the workers there gave me your address." Spencer slowly nodded and closed his eyes. How was it both of his children were so smart? "What's going on, Spencer? What is all this?"

"So this was what you were doing in Seattle?" Wilma glared at him and bounced her knife in the air, frightening him. "You left your family and had another family or something? Is that it? Also 'Spencer' That's your middle name. How could you say someone else is your sister? What is this? A whole different life or something?"

Carly waved and pointed towards Wilma, "I've never heard about her, or Wendell here. You-You have another family or something?"

"I'm his real sister…" Wilma crossed her arms and held her glare onto Spencer. "He ran off with some chick a long time ago." Her angry sneer curdled his blood. He wasn't angry, he was merely frightened and unsure of what to say that wouldn't make things worse. "Left his family behind until I found him in Seattle after his brother's last wish was that he be found and for him to step it up and be a man. Now, I think he owes us all an explanation." Wilma pointed to Wendell and narrowed her eyes. "Especially Wendell!" Wendell's head shot up and Spencer nodded.

"I agree. Carly and Wendell are the most important here. I was just about to talk to him." Wendell chuckled nervously and started tapping his fingers on the table.

"Um what are they talking about Uncle Vinnie?"

Spencer took a deep breath and felt Taryn's hand reach for his under the table. She gave him a reassuring nod and gently squeezed his hand. "All right. First, Wendell, I'm not your uncle…" Wendell's eyes started to widen and confusion shot past him. "Wilma is your aunt, Rhonda is your mother…" Carly's mouth started to fall as she began to piece together the information. She started speaking under her breath, as though trying to put together missing parts of a puzzle.

"Wait, when I was like five, I remember you came home drunk…" Spencer cleared his throat and lifted his hand, gesturing to Wilma, then Carly.

"Wilma, this is your niece. Carly." Wilma stiffened and her jaw fell as her eyes suddenly grew large. "Wendell, this is your sister…half-sister…"

"What are you saying?" Carly and Wendell both spoke simultaneously. Wilma was still in shock. It didn't take her long to recover, however, and punch him hard in the shoulder. He yelped and his hand flew to his shoulder as Wilma let out an angry growl, her voice rose to high levels and fire burned in her glare.

"You and Monica had a kid and you never told us about it?! What the hell were you thinking!" Wilma rose from her seat, slamming her fist down on the table while Carly and Wendell remained frozen in place.

"Mom and Dad know…or they knew…so did the grandparents." With that, Wilma slowly returned to her chair, unable to comprehend the fact that she was the one that didn't know. "I was afraid they would be ashamed of me. I convinced Dad to say what he said to the family, but he said he told Mom. As for the rest, they found out recently. I have been trying to find a way to come out and say it, but I've been terrified…" He rubbed the sore, throbbing spot on his arm where her fist collided, knowing it was going to cause a massive bruise. "I think I need to start from the beginning. I just…I'm nervous."

Carly put her hand to her right temple, her fingers tangled into her hair and she started to groan. "Are you trying to say that…I'm your daughter? Monica…that's the name of-"

"Your mom." Spencer swept away some sweat forming at the creases on his forehead. "I was twelve, going on thirteen. Your mom and I went to this place with some older kids…the rest is history. When I realized she was pregnant, I left to be with her family. Mr. Shay, your grandpa, was being transferred and I wanted to be there. Not to mention, I thought my own family would be ashamed of me, I didn't think anyone would miss me much…"

"Why the hell would you think that?" Wilma scolded him once more and he simply shrugged.

"You were always the successful one Wilma, the one who made the perfect grades and everything. Gary was the dream kid that everyone wanted to have. I was nothing. I was the hack, the kid that always got into trouble or got hurt somehow. I was the disappointment."

"So all this time you've been lying to me?" Carly interjected, "You told me I was your sister. Your sister! Why would you not tell me I was your daughter?"

"Three reasons, mostly given to me by Mr. shay." He held up three fingers and closed his eyes. "One, Mr. Shay thought it would be better to go that route because of my age. I was thirteen when you were born, Carly. He also said that you might have trouble getting along well at school growing up with people knowing I was your dad. So it was more against mine or Monica's wishes, but we went along with him."

Carly folded her arms over and narrowed her eyes. She was clearly hurt, and angry at the same time. Neither she, or Wendell touched their food either. "Okay…So I can understand that, but when I turned eighteen…you didn't think to tell me the truth? You sent me to Italy and why?! Were you trying to get rid of me or something?"

"No! Nothing like that."

Tears started in Carly's eyes, and Wendell kept his head bowed as she continued, "Why couldn't you tell me I had an Aunt. Another family…why couldn't you tell me any of this?"

"I didn't know how, Carly. Honest. Wilma came to me after my brother died, she found me, and they wanted me to raise Wendell." With that, Wendell looked up to him with the same amount of hurt in his own eyes. He'd put two and two together, though Spencer wasn't sure if he knew Rhonda actually was his mother.

"Did you even know about me? Did you even care?"

"Yes Wendell. I care about both you and Carly very much."

"Then why lie? If I'm…I'm really your son, then…why not just come out and say it?"

"Fear-"

"Like that's any excuse, dad! Who's my mom, then? It couldn't be-you say Carly is my half sister? That would imply…" Suddenly Wendell's face turned to that of sheer horror. "No, how would that be possible? Maybe I was adopted? No, that doesn't make sense, my mom had baby pictures of me in the hospital after labor."

"Rhonda's your mom, Wendell. I didn't know it at the time." Wendell closed his eyes and groaned. Carly reached over, rubbing his back as he began to tremble. "She was on a family trip and went to this college party with her cousin living there at the time. I met her when we both were a bit drunk…"

"I remember that!" Carly declared, banging her hand on the table. Spencer wasn't comfortable with that knowledge, but there wasn't much to do about it. "I was playing in the living room when you and that woman came home. Five years old, I didn't know what was going on. You went into the bedroom and then…" Carly shuddered and slowly looked towards Wendell. "The brother I never knew about, conceived in the very next room…I think I'm going to be sick…"

Wendell slowly nodded and pushed his plate forward, "I'm not hungry anymore. I-I need to think." Wilma folded her forearms over each other on the table and let her head fall onto them.

Taryn smacked her lips and slowly stood from the table, "Carly?" Carly looked up and Wendell glanced over. "Would you and Wendell like to join me for a walk? It can't hurt, it'll give you some time to figure things out."

The two looked at each other and Carly shrugged, "I guess I wouldn't mind getting to know my…brother…" Wendell rubbed his temples and slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I have to figure things out…"

The two kids got up and followed Taryn out of the apartment. Wilma slowly lifted her head and looked to Spencer. "Of all things," Wilma started. Her face was wet and her body trembling. "When you and Monica did what you did, you could have-no should have come to me. I was your older sister! I cared! I would have helped you talk to mom and dad about it. To figure things out." Wilma stood up from the table and wiped her eyes before moving her arm towards the door. "The fact that you hid a child from me for so many years…that you couldn't come to your own sister…I don't even know what to think. You think none of us would have cared about you, Vinnie, but you pull a stunt like this? Makes me wonder who doesn't care about who, huh?"

"Wilma, I don't know what to say. I screwed up, but that doesn't mean-"

"You don't have to say anything Spencer. Figure things out on your own. I mean hell, apparently even Mom and Dad knew the truth!" He winced as Wilma stormed out of the apartment. He turned his gaze towards the uneaten food on the table, flinching as the door slammed shut. He hadn't been prepared for this, though he knew it was coming.

"Great…what do I do now?"

The path sure isn't going to be easy, let me know your thoughts.