Holly’s P.O.V.-Cause let’s face it, it’s not that good otherwise
I left, probably looking as terrified as I felt. Artemis, a murderer!
Speaking of Artemis, there he was, now calm enough to stop me.
“Stop being stupid, Polly. Come with me, I’m going to take you home.”
“Stop it!” I shrieked when he grabbed my arm. “Leave me alone. I can get home by myself.”
That’s when Butler appeared. I could tell he didn’t want to, but he had to follow Artemis’s orders, so he grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. I was shoved in the car, and Artemis sat down next to me.
I started to scream. I was certain he was going to kill me. Artemis grabbed my hand, trying to calm me down.
“Stop it! Leave me alone!”
“Hey,” he crooned, wrapping his arm around me, making me feel even more helpless. “Don’t panic. I just wanted to take you home. Just for the Press.”
I began to cry when he said that. The Press? He was kidnapping me for the Press!
But he didn’t kill me in the car. He just sat there, stroking my hair, trying to calm me down.
“It’s OK, darling. Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
When we finally arrived at ‘home’, he let me go.
“Why do you think I think you’re going to hurt me?” I asked.
“Because I’ve never ever seen anyone so scared as you were right then. Apart from one person that Butler once had to attack. You looked exactly like him, so I thought it was perhaps for the same reason. Am I right?”
I gave a grunt, that could’ve been negative or positive. He took it as positive.
“Why did you think that?”
I glanced at Butler. It would be bad enough if I was wrong in front of Artemis, but I was sort of scared of Butler, and didn’t want him laughing.
Artemis took the hint and led me to his room. He sat me down on the bed. “Is this good? Will you talk to me now?”
So he repeated his question. I started freaking out. What if I was wrong? That’d be sooo embarrassing. And if was right? Would it be like one of those dramatic movies-‘now you know my plan, I don’t need to wait’?
“Beckett told me about Aisha,” I said finally.
“Yes. Did he tell you about her death? I cried for weeks. Worse then the main girl in New Moon.”
“Yeah. He told me.”
“So I still don’t get it. Why does that make you so scared?”
“Beckett said. . . Well, he told me the whole truth.”
Artemis kept his vacant expression. “What ‘whole truth’?”
“He said you killed her,” I whispered.
Artemis laughed at that, a huge, roaring sort of laugh. “Killed her! Did he tell you how close we were? That I cried when she told me she couldn’t spend the night with me because she was going out with her boyfriend?”
“Yes. Then he told me that they got engaged and you were so upset that you killed her.”
“Of course I was upset about the wedding. And jealous. But I would never kill someone as perfectly wonderful as Aisha.”
“That’s not what Beckett said. He said-”
“You know what? I don’t care what Beckett said. He’s not as perfect as you think, you know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He’s done bad things, too. Didn’t he tell you how jealous he was of Aisha and I? How he once broke my arm? How he twisted her ankle? He’s not perfect, Polly.”
“Holly!” I screamed. “My name is Holly!”
“What? I said Polly. Breathe.”
“Stop it!” I was shaking with anger. “Your being stupid and annoying on purpose, aren’t you? And then you wonder why I don’t love you!”
“Whatever. You can leave now.”
What? He was mad at me? “What did I do? Your the one that-”
“Get out!” His face had gone all red. “Get out of my room! Get out of my house!”
“I wanted to, but you made me stay! So you know what? I’m going to stay right here.”
I crossed my arms firmly. He simply lay back on the bed, grabbing a book, completely blanking me.
“Stop being an idiot.”
No answer. God, he’s so annoying.
“Artemis.” I poked him, hard. “Oi. Artemis.”
But he was still completely silent.
“What do I have to do to make you talk to me?”
“Marry me, for one. Be nice. Maybe do things I want, and not always be completely selfish.”
“Me? Selfish? I’m not the one keeping someone locked up in a castle, and forcing them to marry me, just because they’re pretty. That’s what I call selfish.”
He laughs harshly. “You’re wrong. I’m not forcing you to marry me, because you said no. And being in a castle is a privilege, not a punishment. Also, you really believe it’s just because you’re pretty? How can you not see I’m in love with you?”
“Hmm, I dunno. What doesn’t show your undying love? The fact that you were ignoring me for not loving you? The fact that you just want to sleep with me? The fact that you refuse to call me by my name?”
He raised an eyebrow. “All fair points. But list the reasons that show I do love you, and I guarantee there will be a lot more. For instance, when I spent over an hour in a very expensive suit in the mud, crying because you were going to leave me. When you were scared of me, and all I did was comfort you, not ask questions until we were alone, because I know talking in front of Butler makes you uncomfortable.
“I only ignored you because you were upsetting me. Sleeping with you is also called making love-need I explain that more? As for the name, I honestly have no idea what is wrong with what I call you.”
That speech almost got me feeling sorry for him. Almost. Until that stupid line about my name.
“What do you mean, ‘was going to leave you?’ I still am. I’m leaving as soon as I possibly can.”
“Why?” he whispered. “I cannot bear to have you gone. Please, please, please don’t leave me.”
But I left the room, and went to pack my bags.
She’s gone. Holly’s left me. I didn’t think that was allowed. Or, even if it was, she wouldn’t dare to.
It may not seem so, but I love her. I love her more than I thought it was possible to love another person. And she’s left. Maybe forever.