Holding my breath, I listened. The

Holding my breath, I listened. The sound of footsteps neared the door and then faded away. I crept to the door, clutching my shower stuff to my chest. “Hello?”
Silence.
I shook my head after waiting a few seconds and returned to my room. The first thing I did was check my phone. Nothing. A niggle of unease curled low in my stomach as I sat on my bed and grabbed my laptop.
If that conversation with Debbie hadn’t been awkward enough, she returned in the late afternoon with Erik. By that point, I’d spoken to Avery and told her the same thing I’d told Debbie. There had been no mention of Jase.
I also hadn’t heard from Jase.
But, right now, I wasn’t really thinking about him.
Erik stood in front of the desk while Debbie packed up a small overnight bag. I sat my laptop on the pillow. She didn’t look at me as she shoved a change of clothing into a small brown-­and-­pink bag. “You’re not staying here tonight?”
“No,” Erik answered, sending me a snotty look. “She’s staying with me.”
My temper snapped. “I was asking her.”
“Do I look like I’m deaf?” He turned to me, brow raised, and I wanted to knock that cocky smile right off his face. “Or stupid? I know you were talking to her, but—­”
“Erik.” Debbie sighed. She zipped up her bag and turned around, her cheeks flushed. “Can we not do this?”
Her boyfriend’s pupils dilated as he turned his head slowly. “Did you just interrupt me?”
The fine hairs on my body rose as I stood. The hardness and challenge in his voice threw me back several years. Muscles in my stomach twisted. I wanted to flee the room because in that moment I saw Jeremy standing there, face contorted in rage.
I don’t know what happened next.
Erik grabbed for Debbie’s bag, but she held on. Maybe she didn’t know what he was trying to do, but it set something off. Redness swept over his face as his bicep flexed. He yanked the bag back, throwing Debbie off balance as the strap was ripped from her hand. Out of instinct, I shot forward, intent on grabbing her arm so she didn’t fall. An angry retort burst from Erik as he swung the bag around. It smacked into my hip, knocking me back. I wasn’t thinking as I stumbled back, arms flying out to catch myself, but fingers grasping air.
All I saw were Debbie’s round eyes as I put my weight on my dominant leg—­my right leg—­without thinking.
My right leg immediately went out from underneath me as red-­hot pain exploded in my knee. A strangled cry escaped me. I went down, landing on my ass as the air punched out of my lungs. The pain was vicious, like someone had taken a knife and shoved it through muscle and cartilage.
Debbie shouted, “Teresa!”
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, refusing to look at my knee. I couldn’t. Oh my God, I couldn’t look at it.
“Is it your knee?” Debbie asked. “Oh my God, is it your knee?”
Clenching my jaw tight, I nodded. The world outside—­the door and the room—­all constricted, closing in.
“I didn’t mean to,” Erik said, voice pitched high. “She was in the way. It was an accident. Tell her it was an accident!”
My hands curled into fists as my heart pumped erratically.
“Teresa,” whispered Debbie. I could feel her kneeling beside me. She placed a cold, trembling hand on my arm. “Say something.”
Pressing my lips together, I shook my head. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t look at my knee, because—­oh God—­I knew. I knew. The pain was too intense, too lasting. It wasn’t just hurt. My knee was blown. Again.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Menahan napas, saya mendengarkan. Suara jejak mendekati pintu dan kemudian menghilang. Aku merayap ke pintu, mencengkeram barangku shower dada saya. "Halo?"Keheningan.Aku menganggukkan kepala setelah beberapa detik menunggu dan kembali ke kamarku. Hal pertama yang saya lakukan adalah memeriksa telepon saya. Tidak ada. Niggle kegelisahan meringkuk rendah di perut saya seperti aku duduk di tempat tidur saya dan meraih laptop saya.Jika percakapan dengan Debbie belum cukup canggung, ia kembali pada sore hari dengan Erik. Pada titik itu, saya telah berbicara dengan Avery dan mengatakan hal yang sama saya diberitahu Debbie. Ada tidak menyebutkan Jase.Aku juga tidak mendengar dari Jase.Namun, sekarang, saya tidak benar-benar berpikir tentang dirinya.Erik berdiri di depan meja sementara Debbie mengemasi tas semalam. Aku duduk laptop saya di atas bantal. Dia tidak melihat saya sebagai dia masukin perubahan pakaian tas coklat dan pink. "Anda tidak tinggal di sini malam ini?""Tidak," jawab Erik, mengirimkan saya lihat kotor. "Dia tinggal dengan saya."Kesabaran tersentak. "Aku bertanya padanya.""Apakah saya lihat seperti aku tuli?" Dia menoleh padaku, alis dibangkitkan, dan saya ingin mengetuk senyum sombong kanan dari wajahnya. "Atau bodoh? Saya tahu Anda sedang berbicara kepadanya, tetapi — ""Erik." Debbie menghela napas. Dia melesat tasnya dan berbalik, pipi memerah. "Dapat kita tidak melakukan ini?"Murid-murid pacarnya melebar ketika dia berpaling kepala perlahan-lahan. "Apakah Anda hanya mengganggu saya?"Bulu-bulu halus pada tubuh saya naik saya berdiri. Kekerasan dan tantangan dalam suaranya melemparkan saya kembali beberapa tahun. Otot-otot perut saya memutar. Aku ingin melarikan diri kamar karena pada saat itu aku melihat Jeremy berdiri di sana, wajah mengerut dalam kemarahan.Aku tidak tahu apa yang terjadi selanjutnya.Erik menyambar tas Debbie's, tapi ia berlangsung. Mungkin dia tidak tahu apa yang ia berusaha untuk melakukannya, tapi itu memicu sesuatu. Kemerahan membanjiri wajahnya sebagai nya bisep tertekuk. Dia menarik tas kembali, melemparkan Debbie keseimbangan sebagai tali tercabut dari tangannya. Dari naluri, aku menembak ke depan, berniat meraih lengannya sehingga ia tidak jatuh. Cekatan marah meledak dari Erik ketika ia mengayunkan tas di sekitar. Ini berbau ke pinggul, mengetuk saya kembali. Saya tidak berpikir seperti aku tersandung kembali, lengan terbang keluar untuk menangkap diriku sendiri, tetapi jari-jari yang menangkap udara.Aku melihat semuanya Debbie mata bulat seperti aku meletakkan berat badan saya di kaki saya dominan — kaki kananku — tanpa berpikir.Kaki kananku segera keluar dari di bawah saya sebagai nyeri red-hot meledak di lutut saya. Teriakan dicekik melarikan diri saya. Aku pergi ke bawah, menekan mendarat di pantatku sebagai udara dari paru-paru. Rasa sakit itu kejam, seperti seseorang telah membawa pisau dan mendorong melalui otot dan tulang rawan.Debbie berteriak, "Teresa!"Air mata melompat mataku, dan aku meremas mereka menutup, menolak untuk melihat lutut saya. Aku tidak bisa. Oh Tuhan, saya tidak bisa melihat itu."Apakah lutut Anda?" Debbie bertanya. "Oh Tuhan, Apakah lutut Anda?"Clenching my jaw tight, I nodded. The world outside—­the door and the room—­all constricted, closing in.“I didn’t mean to,” Erik said, voice pitched high. “She was in the way. It was an accident. Tell her it was an accident!”My hands curled into fists as my heart pumped erratically.“Teresa,” whispered Debbie. I could feel her kneeling beside me. She placed a cold, trembling hand on my arm. “Say something.”Pressing my lips together, I shook my head. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t look at my knee, because—­oh God—­I knew. I knew. The pain was too intense, too lasting. It wasn’t just hurt. My knee was blown. Again.