Sorry for leaving you guys at that moment, but this chapter is entirely backstory. important back story but back story non the less.

L.L.A.P

~Laces

Chpt.15

"You're mom's a whore!" a boy exclaimed as ten year old Max walked down his street. Max was used to the rude comments and kept walking, counting how many steps he took from his way from school to home.

1,324… 1,325… 1,326…

However, the boy didn't want to let up on Max.

"My dad paid for her last night. What's it like having a whore of a mom?" Max stopped in his tracks and faced the boy.

"It's better than having a Dad that cheats on his wife." Max stated and was rewarded with a punch to his jaw.

He came too after about a minute. The punch wasn't enough to knock him out for a long time, but it was enough for the kid to run in case Max punched back.

Max walked home where his Mom was. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her figure was curvy and she didn't need makeup to make her skin look flawless.

"Baby, what happened?" she questioned in concern as she started to grab an ice pack and placed it on his bruise.

"It was nothing." Max mumbled.

"Nothing sure leaves quite a mark." His mother stated as she kissed her son on the head. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." he nodded.

His mother, Maria, knew that when her son didn't want to talk about something that she shouldn't try to pressure him. However, she could tell that he was having a rough day.

"Do you want some ice cream? I have some Mint Chocolate Chip." She smiled, and Max grinned at her, accepting the treat.

~*~*~*~*~Two Days Later~*~*~*~*~

Max finished putting on his Sunday clothes just as his mother staggered into the house.

"Hello honey. Give me a moment and I'll be ready." She informed as she kissed Max on the head, then walked into her room to get changed into her church clothes.

While Max waited for her, he played with his blonde hair, slicking it back with some cheap gel. He wanted to spike it up, but he knew that spiked hair wasn't acceptable at church.

Once ready, Maria walked into the room and held Max's hand and the two walked down the street to the church. She ignored the disapproving stares that were shot her way, and Max tried to do the same. He didn't like it when people talked about his mother behind his back. He knew that they were talking about her, and they didn't try to hide it.

After the church service was over, Max and his mom started to make their home.

"Stay away from that woman, Mary. She's dirty." A mother whispered to her little girl as they passed, and Max scowled at the two of them, the anger in him boiling over.

"A least she's prettier than the both of you ugly bitches." He snapped.

"Maxwell!" his mother exclaimed in disapproval. She then looked up at the mother and child. "I am so sorry."

They didn't answer her and stormed off.

Once Max and his mother got home she yelled at him for the first time in his life.

"You never call a woman a bitch and you never ever call them ugly!" she exclaimed.

"But mom, they called you dirty."

"That doesn't matter! Every woman is beautiful! Never ever make a woman feel ugly! Do you understand?" she questioned, and Max nodded slowly.

"Yes mom."

~*~*~*~*~Nine Years Later~*~*~*~*~

"Murder?" Max whispered as he stared at the police officer. When his mother was on the ground in their house bleeding, hardly breathing, Max called 9-1-1 immediately. The ambulance came and removed the body, but they proclaimed her dead before they could even place her in the car.

"Sorry kid. She was killed by the man she was with." The officer informed. The officer knew that Maria was a prostitute. There was a reason why Maria had hardly any speeding tickets.

"But this is our house. She never brought the men she was with home." Max stated.

"He probably followed her here." He shrugged. "Your mother should have just stayed home instead of going out. You can only get by on selling your body for so long." The officer said as he started to leave the house.

"Wait. Do you have any leads. Any leads on who killed her?" Max questioned, trying to hold back tears.

The officer gave him a look just as his radio went off.

"All officers needed at the Natural History Museum. Dr. Freeze is on the loose!" The voice exclaimed and the guy looked up at Max.

"Sorry kid, gotta go. Cops don't have much time looking into someone who killed a prostitute." With that, the officer was gone.

Max's fists shook in anger as tears streaked his face.

She wasn't just a prostitute. Max thought as he sobbed. She was my mother.