Chapter Thirteen:

Rex opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the pain. His head ached and his whole body felt like a ripped open, stuffing coming out punching bag (a true description really).

The next thing he noticed was his father, lying in the fetal position on the ground. That was so weird, Rex almost laughed but that would hurt, he was sure.

Rex gathered his remaining energy in his muscles and crawled over to his father. He stared at him. His father's eyes were glazed over and drool was hanging over his lip. Something wasn't right.

The last thing he noticed was the glove, dark black and lying in the middle of the floor, two feet from his father.

Melissa's glove.

And he remembered her touching him and ripping open his mind, and her demonic smile when she had promised to help him. Her anger…

This is what she had been planning to do, get inside his father's head, but in her anger she must have pushed too hard.

Rex tossed the glove under his bed before calling shakily, "Mom, come her now!"