WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

I WILL MAKE THEM PAY

‘I should have told her about myself. I should have let her know who I am, who am I kidding?' Elijah’s thoughts flew around like scattered birds in the sky.

He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table, it reddened as his fist hardened. He imagined holding Mr. John again and hitting him as hard as possible.

He rested his head on the table and sighed. “Foolish Elijah,” he muttered and screamed furiously.

“I implore you to calm down, Sir.”

Elijah’s ears tingled, hearing a familiar voice in his holding cell. He raised his head to see Bishop Leo walking through the door. His face lit up with a smile.

“How did you know I am here?” Elijah asked, as his forehead creased. He squinted his eyes glaring at Bishop Leo.

He wondered how his arrest reached Bishop Leo, given that he was denied access to phone calls.

“You’re everywhere,” Bishop Leo said, placing his phone before Elijah. Videos of how he trashed Mr. John played on the screen. “I was devastated when I