The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

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My boy “Oh my God!!” Miss Grace cried in horror as the guy rushed for Matt with the blade aimed right for his neck and a wicked smile plastered across his face.

Not even putting much thought into it, Matt jumped in the air, swung his right leg, and slammed his foot into the exact spot he hit first on the guy’s chest, sending him flying off the ground and landing hard on the concrete floor in a heap. “He’s not waking up! Matt, he’s not getting up!!” Miss Grace panicked, turning around with a tear in her eye.

Silently Elijah walked over to the guy, kicked the blade aside, squatted, and placed his fingertip toward his bloodstained nose, feeling the warm air flowing onto his skin and exhaling deeply with relief as he whispered, “He’s still breathing.”

Glancing over at Matt, Elijah met his eyes and said, “Can you get my car key, and wallet from my desk. Let’s take this dude to a hospital,”

It was too early for him to start getting in such serious trouble, and Elijah wanted to prevent that from happening.

Hastily, Matt rushed back into the motel, and Elijah looked at Miss Grace, saying softly, “He’s going to be fine.”

The hold ordeal scared Miss Grace to death and she didn’t speak for a moment. Looking into his eyes, Elijah stared at her quietly and gave a reassuring nod. Finally, Matt came outside with the black leather wallet and key and handed it to Elijah, listening to the guy growling in pain, on the floor. Then he picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, ignoring the knife on the ground, and walked after Elijah. When they got to the car, Elijah opened the back door, and Matt threw the guy into the back seat.

Silently, Miss Grace watched Elijah and Matt get into the front passenger and driver seats of the car and drove off with the guy. The state of shock that she was in still hadn’t faded yet as her eyes followed them until the black car disappeared around the corner, completely lost in her thoughts.

Finally, when she got over her fright and confusion, she walked back into the motel and saw Peach with James, staring back at her in concern. “Is everything alright, Grace?” James asked, standing up straight. “Who is Elijah?” Miss Grace questioned, her voice wavering slightly as she made eye contact with him.

A sense of worry suddenly washed over James, and he hesitated. His eyes darted behind Peach and towards Miss Grace as he thought of a believable lie.

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job as a butler, Melina divorce Elijah,

what he used to help pay your

harsh judgment she suddenly had in her head about Elijah because of the

We are all just trying to stand back up after life has crushed us.” Feeling bad about her thoughts now, Miss Grace sighed and said, “I’m sorry...

instantly appearing in

But your question is what I want to know too? Why did that guy want

ran to the only reasonable explanation she could

Jewel behind it…?” Miss Grace cried, clapping her hand

a part of the truth and willingly decided to not say it. She realized if her mother knew what happened and the violent story she heard, her love for Elijah would

lobby with

approached Elijah and Matt. “Will someone beat him up, and we are helping him seek treatment…” Elijah lied, handing over the guy to the nurses and looking down at him, seeing anger flare in his eyes. “You guys know him.” “No, we are just helping him not to die.” “Oh!… Well, that’s so kind of you two. Omg, I can’t believe there are still good people and angels

its way onto her face as she looked between Elijah and Matt

all, but who’s going to pay his hospital bill… from his injuries, it is clear that he would receive a series of medical attention.” Another nurse chimed

between them. “Are you sure?” A nurse asked again, sounding doubtful. Elijah looked back at the guy and nodded slowly, shoving his hands into his pocket as he

of their fears and decided to roll the stretcher away, down the corridor. The nurse that stayed back eyed Matt bruised knuckles and forehead, putting two and two together, and he said, “How did he get beat up, again?” “Well, how should we know?” Elijah casually answered, giving him an annoyed look “Well, then please take a seat in the waiting room, and we

as they sat on the metal bench, keeping a good distance

single word, until Matt raised his gaze off the floor, looked over at Elijah, cleared his throat, and began to talk, “Why are we saving him when he tried to hurt us…

in your right to do so. You should know when to take a life and when to save one…” Elijah responded calmly, watching the boring news on the tv, even

took a moment for those words to sink in, but by the time they reached his brain, Matt had a sense of even more respect for Elijah, and he nodded, mumbling, “You are