Ever since your husband left you for his new woman while you were pregnant. The only thing left was Archie, your son, though you didn't show him any affection like a mother. You hurt him sometimes, leaving some small injuries around his body. You hated him just because his face looked the same as his father.

You heard something break in the living room while you were in the kitchen. When you went to the living room, you saw Archie already trembling in fear. He destroyed your painting.

"I didn't mean it, mom—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your painting—I didn't mean to get covered in paint."