The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Dislocate it

With a tiny black shopping bag that had a gold handle in his hand, Michael stared at Ryan and Rookie, who stood to watch over him without saying a word. “Why are none of you speaking?! Are both of you deaf or stupid? I have already told you guys my name and who I am here to see, so why the hell is the other one of you staying so damn long?” Michael lashed out in a low tone, watching the volume of his voice so Peach can not think of him as someone rude and entitled. 

With an unamused expression, Ryan looked over at Rookie, clearly pissed, but he didn’t want to act before Elijah got there because he wasn’t sure how his boss wanted to handle this douche. 

“Who are you guys, Huh?” Michael 

asked again with more force as if he was hoping they would answer. 

But the two only seem more aggravated, like the mere sight of him was causing them annoyance and they wanted to be anywhere but with him. 

Michael huffed at them with an indignant scowl and then he looked Ryan in the eyes, stabbing his finger against his chest and giving him the most intimidating look he could muster. 

“Hey, dummy!! Is anyone upstairs, huh?! Or are you just a piece of annoying shit that doesn’t know how to respond properly?!” Michael uttered in a low, but clear voice with enough volume to draw attention from Rookie, who clenched his fist tightly in anger while he glared in Michael’s direction. 

Ryan felt his heart pounding fast against his ribcage and his blood rushing through his ears as he watched Michael’s finger stab into his chest repeatedly while trying to intimidate him. “Get your hand off him!” Elijah’s voice roared into the lobby as he walked towards them with Matt and James. 

Immediately, Michael flinched back, startled by Elijah’s sudden arrival, but Elijah’s tone only made him more egotistical and he stabbed his finger against Ryan’s chest and asked, “Or else what?” 

until he heard it pop from the joint, and Michael let out a high-pitched scream, unable to control himself as Matt released his finger and stepped away from him. “You fucking bastard! You are dead meat!” Micheal cried, tears gathering in his eyes as he clutched at his now aching wrist. Walking over

I give a shit about who your entitled ass is?” Elijah

Peach whispered, her

at his words as she stood at the lobby entrance, staring at them. Calmly, he looked at her and then darted his

feeling shocked and yet oddly allured at his response. Peach shook her head and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, feeling frozen to her spot, unable to take

at her touch, and Miss Grace immediately removed her hand, feeling awkward, knowing she might have hurt him. “Yeah…I’m okay,” He replied hesitantly in a humble tone. “Thank you for caring, Ma’am.” Trying

said, “Please do,” But as Matt was about to walk over to him, Elijah grabbed his attention with a harsh stare and said, “I told you to break it, not fix him up.” A cold silence descended upon the entire lobby and everyone looked at Elijah, but he kept his same glare focused

by the remark, but to keep up an appearance with Peach and Miss Grace, he gritted his teeth and turned around and nodded towards Ryan and Rookie, saying, “Sorry…” The atmosphere in the room was tense once Michael apologized to Ryan and Rookie, and Matt hesitated, looking at Elijah, and when he nodded slightly, Matt walked over to Michael. The two men exchanged a brief heated glance before Matt took his hand and placed his

but it was all replaced by a fake smile as Michael stared at Peach and

blurted out a bit in shock at his

bit suspicious as to who he really was. “Well…” Michael trailed off, looking a little uncertain, but then he cleared his throat and replied boldly, “I only got to see her last night, but I am interested in knowing her further if you and Peach can let

Peach and said, “I thought it would be rude to come empty handed, so I stopped by at O’Neil and got you a little

friend.” 

prideful smile made its way to Michael’s face as his ego inflated and he couldn’t help but think that he’d finally

raised a brow and crossed her arms again, not taking her eyes off him, and asked, “Do I

Michael’s lips. His ego deflated immediately at the lack of response from Peach, and he shook his head as he said, “I don’t think so… My name is Michael Whitlock Remember last night?”