The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Facing Jail time Six

o’clock met James in a nearby shopping mall a few blocks from the Paz motel, and as he was staring at the cabbages and vegetables that lined the shelves around him, he couldn’t help listening to the two ladies gossiping beside him.

“Did you see this morning’s news?” A brunette woman asked excitedly. “Of course, I saw it. I thought news about their divorce was going to be the craziest thing we would get, but it just keeps getting worse! He and her cousin… like that’s just so messed up!” A blonde lady exclaimed, throwing her free hand in the air.

Wondering what the heck they were talking about, he shook his head and put the cabbage into his basket before moving to the next shelf and grabbing a bunch of tomatoes. As he was placing them into his basket, he noticed how some shoppers were whispering, instead of talking normally and it just made him even more puzzled. But he carried on with his task in silence, trying his best to ignore them since he wanted to buy all the stuff quickly to make breakfast before Elijah or anyone else woke up. Finally, when he had all the items on the list in his basket, James carried it to the cash register, paying with his credit card.

Then he collected his plastic bags and headed out of the store and started walking up the sidewalk, humming to himself softly.

After a ten minutes walk, he suddenly stopped in his steps, his eyes widening as he saw the bunch of news crew vans, parked in front of the motel with a bunch of reporters standing outside like vultures ready to pick off the bodies of their prey.

His heartbeat accelerated as he wondered if they were here concerning the situation where Elijah punched a reporter yesterday, and the more he thought about it, it made sense, and he let out a sigh of annoyance. Clutching onto his bags’ handle, James drew a deep breath and started walking toward the motel entrance, praying that none of them stop him.

But when he got to the door, he felt a hand tap him on his shoulder, and he squeezed his eyes shut, dreading who it would be. Yet, he didn’t turn around and pushed the key into the lock.

“Excuse me, do you live here?” A journalist asked, looking at James struggling to unlock the door. “It seems like you do… Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” “Yes, I do mind!” James replied angrily, shaking his head as he finally managed to open the door.

Then he shoved it open, rushed into the lobby, then fought his way into shutting it in the face of the reporters, who were shouting questions at him while banging on the door. “What is wrong with these people?!” James growled, shaking his fist in frustration. “Is it true that this is where Elijah live, in the motel of Peach and her mother?” A reporter shouted from outside the shut door. A look of worry and anger flashed across James’ eyes as he took a step back, mumbling beneath his breath, “This has gotten out of hand. Master Elijah is in some serious trouble.”

As the fear that he tried to suppress became hard to ignore, James rushed into the kitchen with the plastic bags and set them on the counter before pulling out his phone. For a while, he stood, staring at its screen, as he wondered if he should call. Then he sighed and dialed the number. After a few rings, he heard Mr. Maxwell’s voice on the other end of the call, “Why are you disturbing me this early, James?”

master might be in a serious situation and 1…” James stated, trailing

think so, boss… not that I know of.” “Is he in need of a heart, kidney, or organ transplant?” “Huh?! Hmm…

calling me?” Swallowing hard, James closed his eyes and said nervously, “The thing is,

of reporters?!” Mr. Maxwell demanded harshly, his tone filled with irritation as he said, ”I told you to call me in case of a real emergency.” “But sir, his reputation…” “What kind of teacher gives his students the answer to the questions on the day of the test?” Annoyed and worried, James lost his grip on his tongue and said, “But sir, you are his father, not his instructor.” “Don’t be

again, his voice low, “I understand, sir.” “Good. Don’t call me again unless my son has exhausted all his options. Otherwise, I won’t forgive you or handle it lightly!” Mr. Maxwell uttered firmly, ending

sighed, and then he put

moment, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him from the back, and he immediately turned to see Miss Grace heading his way. He smiled faintly as she greeted him with a warm smile

morning to you, Grace,” He replied

the bags and asked, “What’s in these?” “Oh, I picked out fresh ingredients for breakfast,”

counter.

how fresh the vegetables

much.” Miss Grace said gratefully, her face breaking into a radiant smile as she stared intently at him. “You should go rest. I will handle things from

tomatoes, Elijah rushed over and gently grabbed it from her grip, saying, “You just got back from the hospital! I could never let you take such a big load by yourself. So

manage, don’t worry. Besides, you, Elijah, and the others have done so much for us,

shaking his head

Peach uttered as she stepped into the kitchen,

to argue and then sighed when both her daughter and James glared

her tightly, inhaling as a sense of relief flooded over her body as she felt safe and