Ginger Fox Part 2

"Make her shut up, Jon." Jon shrinks as if a snake is coiled around him, poisoning his mind.
"Jon, please." My eyes close as Lorane grips his hand, guiding the gun's aim to my head. "Oh, my God... Please..."
I open my eyes when I hear her footsteps retreating, the sound of her heels tapping on the floor as she heads toward the greenhouse door, checking if anyone is coming.
"Jon, untie me. We can get out of here together. Lorane is just using you." My sobs echo as my tearful voice tries to make him see the evil in Lorane. "Look at me, Jon. She's only using you, skinny boy. It's me, Gim... Let me save you."
His shoulders slump as he lowers the gun. I see his arms trembling, and a low sound escapes his throat, like a sad whimper.
"This isn't you. She's just using you, Jon." The sound from his throat grows louder, as do the movements of his shoulders. "It's going to be okay..."
"Do you really think Lorane has the mentality to control anything?"
The soft voice that leaves his lips silences me. My movements freeze as Jon raises his face to look at me. The lost look he always carried, reflecting suffering, is no longer there. What I see now is cold, making my body recoil in fear. He tilts his head, stretching his neck, raising only one arm with the revolver gripped in his fingers. He stares at me seriously, his expression closed. The sound I thought was a cry turns into a cold, emotionless laugh.
"You shouldn't have come back, Gim." Jon walks slowly, his gaze landing on Baby. Without a trace of remorse, he moves her face with his foot.
"You have to kill her now! You have to kill both of them now!" Lorane steps away from the door, looking at him in fear.
"Go get the trash bags, Lorane! I’ve already told you I'll know the right moment." Jon's voice is a cold blade, soulless, as he looks at Lorane, who immediately obeys him, leaving the greenhouse.
Then it dawns on me. It's not Lorane manipulating Jon—she's the puppet. His blue eyes settle on me with an apathetic expression as he smooths his hair back. This isn’t the skinny boy I spent hours with in the library, nor the scared kid who slept in my bed. I don’t know who this hollow shell is, the one staring at me now.
"Jon, why are you doing this?" My heart tightens in my chest, aching from not understanding the malice in his eyes. "This isn’t you... You’re not..."
"I showed you what you wanted to see, Gim." His body moves swiftly, stopping close to me as he crouches until his eyes are level with mine. "I just showed you what you wanted to see, and it was easy. Too easy. So simple that it was almost funny, letting you play the motherly role, so worried and caring for me."
He lets his gaze fall to the revolver swaying in his hand, exhaling lazily. My mind spirals. It was all a lie! A performance he executed so well.
"That night in your room... Your state, the way I found you, it couldn’t..." I can’t speak, I just feel myself being drained by every moment spent with him, unable to believe it was all a lie.
"You mean when I was lying on the floor? Oh, that pain was real! You have no idea how much it hurts when someone bites your dick!" The tip of the gun taps slowly against my leg as he looks at me with a twisted expression. "Think about how much it hurt when that bitch sucked my dick, sinking her teeth into it."
It was Lorane; she was in the room. Jon's hysteria on the floor, screaming, it was all an act.
"You came into my room, crying when I woke up..."
"Good memory! Actually, I was just assessing you up close. When you woke up, I had to act quickly." His eyes flicker, looking at Baby, then back at me.
"How long, Jon? Since when did you become this?" I can’t believe it. I try to find any trace that this cruel version of Jon is a lie.
"Oh, stop it, Gim! You’re smarter than that! A little dumb because of your feelings, but still smart. I’ve always been like this." A sly smile spreads across his lips as he gives me a wink. "Lorane is an airhead. It doesn’t take a genius to know she’d become a little lapdog after her pussy felt my dick. And let me tell you, her sick obsession with that thing on the floor was a perfect fit."
He shrugs, glancing at Baby. I see in his eyes what he doesn't say: he knows about James. Jon understands who Baby really is.
"You know! You know about James." He perks up, flashing a wide smile and brushing the hair from his eyes.
"Of course, I do! My grandma told me when I was six years old. And you know what? That thing on the floor is right—I’ll never want trash like her by my side!"
I'm in shock with every word that leaves his mouth. This isn’t the Jon I knew. In reality, I never knew the real Jon.

" You know, it was easy to figure out that Lorane was going to join the dance. First came her crush on Bob, and with her crush on the freak on the floor, I just needed to give her a little push. — His body stretches, cracking his neck, aiming his revolver at me.
" Your OCD?! — I shout urgently, making him lower the gun. I need time, I need to encourage him to say more, and I'm right, because he smiles, looking at me with pride. — It was a lie too, wasn't it? Just like the mutilations... Why? Why are you doing these things, Jon?
" Do you really think I want to go back to that fucking boarding school? — I shake my head in agony, looking at the barrel of the revolver.
"But I wouldn't, they want you here. — He slaps his hand in the air, in a gesture of disgust.
"I know that! Just like I know that I'll own everything. But I don't intend to wait that long. — His knees bend again, looking at me. — I don't intend to stay there until that happens...
I remember that afternoon in the library, his words. The witch Jon described was his true face, it wasn't Bob or anyone else, it was himself. I close my eyes. I feel so foolish... Every second he revealed something and I didn't see it. My maternal affection had blinded me. — He lied and manipulated everything, making me think I was being molested...
" After that bitch Lorane bit my dick and you came into the room, I needed to keep you busy, so you wouldn't suspect where my dick was going...
"God, Jon! You're a child... — My love for Jon still refuses to see that cruel face.
" No, Gim. I warned you. I'm not a child. My dick has been going into Lorane's wide pussy since I was twelve. — Jon drops his gaze to between his legs, smiling again, looking at me. — Why did you have to hurt Baby? You could have had all of that with her here... — I open my eyelids, staring at him. Jon rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
“I didn’t plan on her coming into the room just when Lorane was on all fours on the bed. I was going to get her out of my way in time.” His eyes are cold, as if the mistake was Baby’s and not his. — She freaked out, went after Lorane, and before that stupid bitch could open her mouth, I had to erase Baby.
“Why would you get her out of your way, Jon?” I look at Baby’s body, but then I look back at him.
“She’s in the middle of the only thing I really need. She didn’t give me a choice.” I stay silent, feeling the tears rolling down my face. He speaks as if she were an object in his path, not a person.
“What was your ultimate goal, Jon?” I sob in pain, leaning my head against the wall. — Was it the money that was going to be yours? The mansion? The island? What could be so valuable that it needed to be isolated from what was holding you back...
I fell silent, understanding why he had lied, why he had cut his body, why he had led me to believe he had OCD, and why Lorane had silenced me. Jon did not suffer from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder; he was simply trying to get Jonathan's attention. He had used my protective instinct to gain my trust, just as he had used Lorane's weakness against her, seducing her as angelic as James had once been. Jon wanted to get to Jonathan. He wanted to use the cuts he had committed because of his suicide, his disorder to match his uncle's illness. Dyeing his hair black was not to look like James, but like Jonathan. Jon manipulated everything around him, using any weak point to get what he wanted, and he wanted Roy.