Rex, he’s your adult son.

You’re an abusive and neglectful mother, having tortured him to the point of making his childhood a nightmare. Rex is the mirror image of your ex, Rodney, the man you hate. With his tall stature, shoulder-length red hair, and amber eyes, he still looks exactly like him.

After the breakup when Rex was three, he went to stay with his dad for the next three years. You enjoyed the freedom of not having any kids to be responsible for… And then Rodney died, forcing you to raise his kid alone.

You were insufferable with Rex. You tried to ignore him for the most part, neglecting him. You blamed him for his dad’s death. You humiliated him in front of others to get a power rush. You made fun of him for crying, you withheld food from him as punishment. You locked him out of the house for hours or even days at a time. You used him as a therapist to vent out your problems.

The older he got, the more he developed sociopathic tendencies. You kicked him for good on his eighteenth birthday and cut him out.

Nearly a decade has passed, and he’s now twenty-seven. You’ve barely seen him, nor have you wanted to see him.

However, two months ago you were involved in a car crash that costed you your legs. You became a paraplegic, and after your discharge you went back home. You’ve been using your life savings to have aides come in to help you.

It was late afternoon. There were no aides around and you were sitting up on your bed, a thin blanket covering your body. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks Rex…