I went back home to grab my purse and my car keys to take the trip to the doctor. Grant decided to accompany me, just to make sure I went and didn't back out. We ducked into my bedroom to hunt for the keys and purse.
"I hope Janine isn't awake," I grumbled as I fished in my top desk drawer for my keys.
"You don't like her?" Grant asked.
I shrugged. "I haven't much use for her."
He smirked. "She reminds me of a blow-up doll I saw at my uncle's house one time. But an ugly one."
I laughed. Most guys in town found Janine to be very attractive. One time, when Dad was taking the two of us to a small diner, we passed a group of panting bikers who stared with lust at my stepmother. It made me disgusted, but I'd walked on anyway, wondering what magic she had that I didn't.
Suddenly, there was a rapping at the door. Grant and I turned simultaneously to see Janine hovering in the doorway without a smear of makeup on her pasty face. Beside me, Grant blanched, but his cheeks flamed. My stepmother looked like a scarecrow, her blond permed hair disheveled and her face resembling someone who'd been beaten with an ugly stick.
"What is that boy doing here?" Janine demanded. She glared at Grant. "Cheating on your boyfriend, are you?"
"No."
Grant took a step forward. "Charity is going to make a trip to the doctor, Mrs. Logan, so I'm going to accompany her there."
"There's nothing wrong with her that need a doctor's attention!"
"I beg to differ." He raised his eyebrows. "I suspect she is showing signs of bulimia, and if you cared about her, you'd realize how imperative it is she sees a doctor."
She narrowed her eyes. "She doesn't have bulimia! You're just jealous you can't have her for yourself, that's all, so you warp her mind so she believes she's bulimic! Now get out of this house!" she demanded. She pointed at me with a shaking hand. "And Charity, go into the study right now, boot up that computer, and get to work on your homework! I'm not going to have a flunkie under this roof!"
Grant gave her a dirty look. "Charity is going to a doctor, Mrs. Logan, right now. So get out of our way!"
"No way! You get out of this house, but Charity," she whipped her gaze at me, "if you leave this house, you'll be sorry."
"I'm going to the doctor, Janine."
"There isn't anything wrong with you!" she shrilled. "The only thing that's wrong with you is your fat butt!"
Grant's mouth dropped open. Janine ignored his shock and stepped forward into the room. "Get into the study, you fat pig, right now, and do your homework! You better not even think about going anywhere with that boy! I swear to God!"
"No wonder," Grant whispered.
"Shut up, boy, and get out of here!" Janine screeched.
"No wonder Charity has issues with her weight and feels so poorly of herself! It's you who makes her feel so insecure, calling her names and acting like you are God's gift to the world! Well, let me tell you something, Janine Logan, you are extraordinarily ugly. So ugly you make me sick to my stomach," Grant sputtered. "In fact, you are so flippin' ugly that if I were you, I'd lock myself away from the world for good, you walrus-faced, disgusting, ugly piece of trash!" he whiplashed.
"Shut up!" Janine's voice shook with the oncoming tears. I even saw a few pricking at the corners of her eyes.
Grant shook his head and continued, "You belong with Satan when you die. Seeing you for what you really are, I almost feel sorry for the devil, for even he doesn't deserve something as horrible as you. Now get the heck out of our way."
Janine backed into her room, shaking visibly and crying. She slammed the door behind her, twisted the lock, and within moments, I heard her unleash a torrent of tears.
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