Loving Max

Prologue

Author's note: If you like mysteries so much, you will need some patience in reading this story because it takes long to setup the conflict. Thank you so much for understanding. Happy reading. Enjoy 😘

I woke up to the sound of the most annoying thing in the world when you wake up: the alarm clock. Well, it was a good thing that the thing pulled me out of such a weird nightmare. Never mind that because I completely forgot about it when my mother came and nagged about how late I wake up every day. I thought of putting my mom at my bedside table to be my alarm clock but I thought better of it 'cause it's weirdly creepy. Imagine someone looking at you while you sleep and you sleep talk who knows what. But I can't blame her for nagging. You can't blame me, either. Blame the person who invented the sleep-depriving cellphone and internet.

"Do you understand?," mom said.

"Yes, mom," I replied even though I never really listened to what she said before that and lazily got out of bed. I zombie-walked my way to my closet, changed clothes and still zombie-walked descending the stairs.

I am just a teenager and typical teenagers today hate mornings. I hate the blinding light of the sun that hits my window. I hate the alarm clock. I hate anyone who wakes me up early in the morning. I just want to sleep until it's not morning anymore. But I was already awake and I'm not craving for a second serving of that morning rant. I have no choice but to sit at the table and eat my breakfast. Good thing it was my favorite bacon and egg.

In front of me was a talking newspaper called Dad and he said through a mouthful of bacon, "When are the crimes gonna end?" like there was a supposed deadline of the end of evil.

"It's not gonna end unless the world ends and besides, if these crimes end, policemen like you would have no jobs, anymore," my brother said. He's my younger brother and he's only twelve.

"You have a point but they are still called crimes until they are solved. So, if the world ends, the crimes did not end. You just left them unsolved," I said to make my brother confused.

"Dad was talking about crimes in the progressive tense. The ongoing and the upcoming crimes, ain't you, Dad?'" defended my brother.

"I don't know, I was just talking about crimes in general," my old man said and me and my brother was left there hanging without anyone to take each other's sides. That's one of the best things I like about our parents. They never take sides unless there is a strong evidence that would prove either of us guilty. Me and my brother used to dream of being lawyers. We watched a lot of courtroom dramas and argue like we were the lawyer and the prosecutor in the drama. Dad would play the role of the judge but he never really gives his decision because he believed that society is the one to be blamed why people become bad. Odd thing to say from an enforcer of the law.

My dad's a policeman and mom was a teacher at the school I'm in. My brother goes to the same school I do. This is how our mornings are like, us at the dining table, talking about things and I just love how simple and happy we were living as a family. But all that changed when I fell in love.