"Arty? Artemis dear you okay? You've been in there changing for a long time." His mother called.
"Uh. Yes, I'm fine Mother. I just decided to check my email." He replied. It was a stupid lie, but it would do for now. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper to clean up. He put some peroxide on the wound before he wet the paper. It stung like a fire. He had cut deeper than he meant to.
'Oh well…'
He wet the paper with water and started to dab at his cut. He then got a bandage and wrapped it around his wrist. He was tired of being rich. Tired of being invited to every dance in Ireland. He thought those dances were lame. The reason Holly left him was because she thought he was only thinking about himself and what he wanted from everyone. Truth be told, he had bought her a ring, and was planning to propose the day the argument happened.
'Her lastwords to me were I hate you…'
His eyes started to tear up. He wiped them again.
'Pull yourself together Artemis. You don't want people asking you what's wrong. You don't want people worrying about you.'
After "pulling himself together", he left the comfort of his bathroom and bedroom to meet his parents. Butler was standing there. He saw the pain in his eyes, while everyone else saw the fake "smile". In fact, Butler was there when he and Holly had argued. It was terrible. Butler had to kick her out of the house, both because she was threatening to punch Artemis and because his eyes were threatening to burst with tears.