Elijah was beginning to show signs of agitation with each warning I gave them. When that frustration reached its peak, he threw the tool with which he had been digging and scrambled towards me.
Afraid that he might hurt me, I asked him to stay put, “Don’t come near me.”
Elijah didn’t seem to listen to me, and he caught me before I’d run away. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt with both of his hands. While looking begrudgingly into my eyes, he asked me, “Why don’t you try shutting up? We want you to help us with encouraging words, but you’re doing everything to make us believe that our plan won’t work.”
“I was only stating facts which you seemed to miss because you’re too involved with this idea of trapping the enemy,” I stared back into his eyes to showcase that I wasn’t afraid of
