Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Fourteen

I stare in shock and horror at the boy who is in front of me. He doesn't say anything to response to Richie which makes Richie laugh again.

"Not going to talk, eh?" He keeps speaking and the only thing any of us receive from him is the way his shoulders rise and fall with his head still looking straight down to the ground.

"Oh come on!" Richie bellows, "after almost years and years of putting up with your shit, we are finally in the same room again and you can't even say a simple 'Hello'?"

There is once again no answer. Richie smirks and turns his back to the boy for a few seconds, before that angry look was back on his face. He spins back almost instantly and lunges forward towards him with his fist ready to strike.  I am about to scream until to my relief one of the guys stand behind reaches out and gets a good of Richie before he could get to him.

"I'm waiting on you Elojah," Richie says loudly shaking the other guy off of him, "are you going to talk, or am I going to have kick the words out of you?"

"I didn't think you still wanted anything to do with me," Elijah finally speaks up in a tone that is so cold it gives me chills throughout my spine. His voice is deep, a little hoarse. And nothing what I am used to.

"Thay has got to be the stupidest thing you've ever said to me," Richie laughs, "would you mind looking at me?"

Elijah finally lifts his head and looks over to the right at where Richie stands. I draw in a sharp and pain stricken breath at the sight of Elijah's face...He doesn't even glance in my direction. Why are you like this Elijah? Why are we here?

I can still see the right side of his face and my focus instantly goes to the dark circles under his eyes. Either they are bruised by the same people that gave him the bruises up and down his body or he hasn't slept in days. I also notice the way his jawline is so tense and the way his veins in his neck are easy to see. He is still breathing quite hard with the look of fiery as well.

"So," Richie says shyly, "I think you know why I spent this whole God damn week trying to find you."

"I really don't Richie,"Elijah replies in a monotone voice. He looks so tired and his beaten up shape doesn't make it look any more better. What are they doing with this...innocent guy? Is he as innocent as I think he is or is that an act too?

"Really?" Richie asks looking at Elijah like he he is crazy, "you don't know?"

"No," Elijah says, "I don't."

"I sent these people to hunt you down for the same reason why everyone else has wanted to for so long now," Richie spits, "the same reason why everyone FUCKING hates you!"

Elijah nods but doesn't say anything else. Richie looks at him for a few seconds before scoffing to himself and looking back at his crew of men..? Who are even these people?

"Where did you guys find him?" He asks ignoring us...the two prisoners.

"It was really easy, "one of them chuckles, "the dumbass actually thought it was okay to ask around about this girl in the town."

Everyone begins to laugh hysterically, except for Elijah and myself. He rolls his eyes and sighs while Richie starts to talk about how stupid he is. At first I noticed the harsh works that slipped out of Richie's mouth as he spoke to everyone in the room, but his vpulme gradually becomes quiter and quiter as I glance at Elijah. To my surprise he is finally staring back at me. Elijah's eyes are pools of emerald. Usually bright and soft. But today they are dull. I feel my stomach churn with fear and nervousness as his lifeless and almost bored looking eyes travel from the top of my head to my feet. His stare lingers on me and for a second I think he is trying to tell me something through his facial expression. Anything.