The Greatest Secret

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own iCarly

A/N: As you know, thoughts are in italics and speech is in regular font.

A/N: HI READ THIS-There is NOTHING I hate more than having to defend my characters to ignorant people in the very next chapter authornote. Why can't you at least put something so I can respond to you through email or something, instead of completely anon? Okay as of last chapter...READ IT. Jonah never considered "snapping necks" as you said. Angry people say things that they wouldn't normally do. Not only that, Jonah has A LOT of respect for females, he just does not like/trust/nor respect Carly, and he's not going to until she manages to prove that she's not going to betray his friends. He was also put on the defensive because Carly attacked him. So my friend, READ THE DAMN CHAPTER, and at least have the decency to put in some sort of way I can contact you and calmly discuss the issue, not put that (OR QUESTIONS) in anonymous reviews which force me to address them in the very next chapter's authornotes...long ones like this....damn...anyway, enjoy the chapter everybody! I think you'll like this one. It's a bit early, but oh well

Chapter 127 (Robert VS Tyrone)

Robert entered Tyrone's house and sat on the couch, he took a deep breath and waited for his father to enter the room. He needed to have this talk, it was important for him to know why his father lied to him for so long. Tyrone walked into the living room and smiled at Robert, he'd been expecting his son, since Robert did call him up. He wanted to know what it was that he needed from him. After all, Robert did say he had some things to discuss with Tyrone. He sat down in a recliner and looked at Robert, he could tell his son seemed distressed about something, but he had no clue what it was "So, what brings you here son?"

"I want to let you know that I'm getting married on January 1st." Tyrone smiled and nodded, he was happy that Robert was finally getting married, but surprised to hear on such short notice. After all, he never even knew he was going to be wed. Robert exhaled slowly and lightly tapped his hand on the armrest. He looked over at a picture on a nearby wall and frowned, it was one with him as a child sitting next to Tyrone. His mother should have been there, but Tyrone lied once more. He wasn't his father, there just wasn't any way. "You're forbidden to be at my wedding." Tyrone's jaw fell and Robert slowly looked at him. "Show up and you'll be shown the door."

"I don't understand, why would you forbid your own father from going to your wedding? Was I not there for everything else in your life?" Robert's face tightened and his lips formed a scowl. He didn't feel like telling Tyrone, not when there was so much that his 'father' never told him about. He never even told him that he knew who his birth parents were.

"I don't know. Why didn't you ever tell me that I was adopted?" Tyrone froze in shock and his eyes widened slightly, he couldn't believe Robert figured that out. What confused him was how had he figured it out? "Why didn't you tell me that my mother was alive all these years, and that you knew who my real parents were?" Tyrone stuttered, trying to think of an answer. He was only met with Robert's cold and angry glare. "You're a liar dad, you're a cold, dirty asshole and a goddamn liar. I'm sick of your lies, dad." Robert thought for a moment and tapped his index finger on the armrest. He didn't think of Tyrone as his father, not anymore. "No, pardon me, Tyrone, not my father."

"What? Now you listen here!" Robert frowned as Tyrone searched his thoughts for a response. He had no clue who told Robert anything about his mother, or even how he found out. Once he found out though, he was going to have a talk with this person. "Who told you these things? I am your father, whoever told you these facts are lying to you. Why would I ever lie to you, you my son?" Robert continued to stare blankly at Tyrone, he couldn't believe the old man was still spreading his lies.

"I don't know Dad, why would you feel the need to lie to me?" Robert sighed and moved his forearm up and rested his cheek on his closed fist. He was trying to remain calm, when really on the inside he wanted to rip this old bastard to shreds. He didn't even feel sorry for the fact that someone was out to get him or that he was the son of a rapist. "For forty-four years you have lied to me. That's years of my life that I can't get back!"

"Now listen to me son-"

"Don't call me your son." Robert sneered at Tyrone, the look he gave the old man was one that said clearly he wouldn't be forgiving him anytime soon. "You adopted me and never told me who my birth parents were…you never even told me I had siblings. You made me think my mom had left us, that she died. What kind of father are you?" Tyrone frowned and slowly tapped a finger to his cheek.

"A bad one I suppose. I've done everything I could to raise you right…" Robert scoffed with disbelief, there was no way he could believe his father now. Tyrone could see in Robert's eyes that a sob story wouldn't get him back, but it wasn't like that was what he'd try. He closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. "I couldn't have children, so I adopted you. I was afraid that one day you might learn of your adoption and leave in pursuit of your real parents, so I kept it from you. I was afraid, I didn't want that to happen, I wanted you to stay home with me…" Robert frowned and rolled his eyes slightly, he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

"And what about mom?" Tyrone looked down and narrowed his eyes, he remembered so many fights with Angeline.

"Fears again…she wanted you to know, she thought you wouldn't have run from us. I couldn't hear of it, and our fights grew worse until I divorced her…I thought if you knew about the divorce, you'd go running into her arms. I wanted to keep my son, I didn't want to lose you, and that's why I was so scared…that is why I told you all these years your mother was dead."

"You also forbade her from seeing me." The elderly man slowly nodded his head and looked at Robert with sad eyes. Robert closed his eyes and turned his head away, he couldn't bring himself to look at this pitiful man, not anymore. Robert slowly stood up and Tyrone stared at him. The old man's hands seemed to shake nervously, he had a pretty bad feeling about what was to come. Robert clenched his fists and stared at his so called father with angry eyes. "I refuse to call you my father." Tyrone frowned as Robert narrowed his eyes.

"But I am your father…either way, I raised you."

"Shut up. " Tyrone stopped speaking and held his mouth ajar, he felt like he'd just been horribly disrespected. Although, he knew he had it coming. "There are so many things about you that I've found out…so many things I just can't bear to forgive." Tyrone frowned as Robert clenched his eyes shut and remembered all that he learned about this man. "You couldn't stop, could you? You just couldn't stop at Emily, you had to continue trying to ruin other people's lives. What the hell were you thinking?"

"Now look, I just don't think arranged marriage was right for you, and that woman just didn't seem-"

"Damn it, shut up!" Tyrone silenced once more as Robert stood strong and glared ferociously at him. "I've had enough of your lies! I don't want to hear another one of your sorry excuses. Maybe when I was fourteen, I couldn't stand up to you and tell you I didn't give a flying crap what you thought, but I won't take it anymore. I haven't feared you since then and I sure as hell won't fear you now."

"It was all for your own good."

"No, you only cared about your own selfish reasons, Tyrone. You didn't once think about your kid." Robert hit his palm against his chest and began to raise his voice. "I loved my mother, I would have loved to be with her. If you had told me about the divorce, I wouldn't have left you. I met my birth mother and twin sister, they're awesome, and I wouldn't have left if you told me about them! I loved Emily, I swear to god I loved her and I loved that baby that was born through her. You can't even begin to fathom what you did when you took Spencer away, you damned asshole."

"I was only thinking-"

"Of yourself, you were only thinking of yourself. You weren't half the father you should and could have been, not even half!" Tyrone leaned back in his chair and Robert slowly exhaled, calming himself down. No words were spoken, only silence filled the air. The next words Robert spoke were soft and quiet, but they still hit Tyrone hard. "Now that you seem to have told me why you caused so much pain to Emily for thirty years and me as well…I can tell you why you are forbidden at my wedding."

"Why, Robert?"

"Simple Tyrone…on July 4th, 1982, you used abuse to force me away from the woman I loved. Marissa Emily Davidson. On July 4th of this year, I proposed to her." Tyrone's jaw fell and he quickly stood up to protest, but Robert ignored him and continued speaking. "I will marry her on January 1st, 2012, the first day of a new year. There is not a thing you can do about it…" Robert walked to the door and opened it, he stopped and slightly glanced back. "Good riddance Tyrone. If you try to come to the wedding, you will be forced out. Goodbye." Robert shut the door and left. Tyrone slowly fell back into his seat and frowned, he couldn't believe what had just happened. Somehow, he'd just lost his son, but he wasn't going to give up. He was going to save this girl from Freddie and he would stop this wedding from going through. He just needed to pick up the now splintered pieces. He looked over at the wall and saw that the picture of him and Robert had somehow fallen off of the wall and crashed onto the ground.

"Damn."

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