Ginger Fox Part 3

"I saw how happy you were to have that mental case fucking you like a bitch in heat. You like to act superior, but in the end, you’re worse than me." I clench my fists, stepping closer to him, consumed by rage.
"Don’t you dare compare me to you! Don’t compare me to you in any way!" I dig my nails into my palms until I feel the pain of my nails cutting into my skin. "I’ll use the same filthy language as you, just to make sure you understand, you disgusting little prick! I might be the bitch who fucks Roy, but I’m still just a damn bitch with no blood relation to him!"
Bob’s eyes widen, and I feel a surge of pride as I wipe that cynical smile off his face.
"You’re not the only one who sees what’s going on here, Bob," I snarl at him, filled with loathing. "I see, I hear, and what I know is that it’s not me sticking my dick in my own aunt."
"You filthy bitch!" He spits out his venom, his mouth tight with anger.
"Remember, it’s this bitch right here," I jab my finger into my chest with force, "who’s screwing Mr. Roy. Keep that in mind next time you go near Jon."
"What? Since when do I care about that retard kid?" He glances at Jon, then returns his Joker smile and cynical eyes to me.
I push him, stepping in front of his line of sight, which is still fixed on Jon.
"Stay away from him, or I swear I’ll tell Jonathan that you’re a filthy pedophile!" His thin hands grip my shoulders, staring at me for a second. "What’s wrong, Bob? Did the bitch eat your tongue? Got nothing venomous to say, or didn’t expect me to notice you sneaking into Jon’s room to jerk off?"
Bob shoves me away, his face cold and expressionless. He looks at Jon and then at the mansion.
"You’re a dumb, crazy bitch!" He spits on the ground, nearly hitting my leg, causing me to step back. "And on top of that, you’re blind! So blind you can’t see the truth that’s right in front of you."
"You sick pervert!" I spit back at him, hitting his shoe, trying to catch my breath between my fits of anger. "I don’t give a damn about Lorane’s jealousy or her marriage! Just stay away from Jon!"
He starts laughing in my face, like a scavenging hyena, running a hand through his hair.
"You dumb bitch! Do you really think Lorane cares about that mental case Jonathan or even that retard kid?" He points at Jon, laughing even harder.
I lunge at him again, watching him cowardly jump back.
"The truth is right in front of you, bitch! Open your eyes and you’ll see!"
Bob turns and leaves the garden, leaving me there with my nerves on edge. I cover my face, muffling my scream of rage, feeling suffocated by the air in this place.
"Gim?" I turn to see Jon standing behind me, looking concerned. "Are you okay?"
I nod at him, trying to reassure him that everything’s fine, even though I’m emotionally drained inside.
"Yeah, I think the heat just got to me." I extend my hand to him, giving him a smile. "How about we find a book in the library?"
Jon agrees. I hug him close, wishing I could protect him as much as possible. I kiss the top of his head, holding him tighter. Before we enter the mansion, Lira is standing at the door, watching us. I see the gates of the mansion opening, and a silver SUV pulling in.
"Miss Fox," Lira greets me, glancing from me to Jon. "Jon’s grandmother is here to pick him up."
"But it’s not the weekend..." I look at her, confused, not understanding why the woman is here.
"Orders from Mr. Roy," she says quietly. I look up at the upper window of the mansion on the left, seeing the shadow standing in front of the glass. "Jon will be back tomorrow."
Jonathan is sending Jon away to calm Lorane’s madness. That’s the only explanation I can think of for him allowing Jon’s grandmother to come here on a Wednesday.
"Aren’t we going to the library anymore?" Jon asks, his voice filled with disappointment. I sigh, turning to him and gently stroking his face.
"Not today, sweetheart. You have to go with your grandmother, have some fun with her. And when you come back, we’ll go to the library together." I pinch his nose, then glance at the car that’s now parked near us. "Do you want to grab anything? Your phone, your headphones?"
"My headphones, I forgot them in my room," Jon replies, sounding a bit down. I ruffle his hair, making him laugh.
"Alright. Dry your legs and change your clothes, okay?" I wink at him, turning to the silent housekeeper. "Lira, could you accompany Jon to his room so he can grab his headphones and get ready?"
"Of course, Miss Fox."
Jon enters the mansion with Lira walking beside him. I let out a low sigh, turning my attention to the car door that’s being opened. A woman of medium height, not looking old enough to be a grandmother, steps out of the vehicle, lighting a cigarette. She pushes her blonde hair back and gives me a faint smile. I can see the discomfort she feels as she looks at the mansion.
"Hello, I’m Ginger." I smile, walking over to her and extending my hand. "I’m Jon’s companion for this vacation."
"Oh, of course, the famous Gim." She returns my smile, releasing my hand. "Jon talked about you all weekend. I’ve never seen him so happy. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happy, to be honest."
She raises her hand, holding the cigarette between her fingers, and takes a drag.
"Jon is a good boy. Even after losing his parents, he still has his uncle, his aunt, and you to love him. That means a lot." She looks at me through a small coughing fit, looking confused.
"Jon doesn’t see Lorane as his aunt." I smile at her, understanding her perspective. I raise my hand to push my hair back.
"Actually, I was talking about Baby. Jon likes her." The woman, who was smiling at me, suddenly hardens her expression. I watch as her pale skin turns a deep red with anger.
"Jon only has one uncle," she responds curtly, tossing the cigarette to the ground. "Just like Reimond only had two children, two sons." Her foot grinds the butt into the ground, as if she could crush the pain of her words there.
I’m left speechless, unsure of what to say. A quick kiss on my cheek makes me look at Jon, who’s smiling as he says goodbye. He climbs into the car, still smiling at me. The woman remains standing, holding the car door, staring at me.

"That monstrosity in there isn’t Jon’s aunt."
It’s strange how everything seems to move in slow motion—from the moment she gets into the car, as it pulls away, Jon’s thin fingers waving goodbye, and my body, frozen, as if I’ve been shot. Everything crumbles like a house of cards.
"Miss Fox, this is Baby, my..." As I lift my face, I can see the odd expression Mrs. Lorane wears.
"Sister-in-law! We’re going to get along just fine, sweetheart."
It’s like a hammer on my chest, something pressing down, sucking the life out of me with each beat. The flashes, the words…
"The truth is right in front of you, bitch! Open your eyes and you’ll see!"
Bob’s words from just seconds ago hit me with full force, like a punch inside me.
"No... No!" My fingers reach for my head, squeezing it tightly.
"Because that’s exactly what he is. See, Jon’s maternal grandmother has been fighting in court for years for custody of the boy and always loses because of Jonathan’s army of lawyers," he sighs, tilting his head to the side. "And yet he gives the old lady a generous allowance to keep her close. In the summer, he brings her here, putting her up in one of his houses, so she can spend the weekends with Jon."
Jonathan isn’t being generous with Jon’s grandmother. It’s not an allowance; it’s hush money. He’s buying her silence to keep the lie he’s hiding masked. Tears roll down my face, slipping off my chin. My crushed fingers tighten so hard they dig into the flesh of my palm.
"You dumb bitch! Do you really think Lorane cares about that mental case Jonathan or even that retard kid?" He points at Jon, laughing even harder.
I see it all. The way she lost control, smashing the vase on the pool day, screaming in rage, the argument, the eyes that looked at me with jealousy, with hatred.