He squeezed the steering wheel and

He squeezed the steering wheel and scowled at the road as Stone Sour’s “Tired” played on the stereo.
“Why won’t you look at me?” I whispered, staring at my lap.
He stayed frozen, not breaking pace as he drove us home and answered, “Because I should never have touched you.”
I quickly twisted my head, looking out the window to hide my tears. My jaw ached, my throat felt as if it were being pierced in a hundred different places, and I wanted to run.
Away. Far away.
Everything had been beautiful this afternoon. Hot, sticky, sweaty, dirty, and completely beautiful when I was in his arms. Now … now he acted as though he hated me, and I felt stupid.
Was it so bad that I wanted him safe? I didn’t know the details of what he did with computers, but I knew it wasn’t on the up-and-up. And I definitely wanted inside his head. But now his exterior was harder than ever, and he was pulling away from me.
K.C. would get upset. She was weak, and she would cry. Juliet would hold her fucking tears in front of assholes.
My body swayed to the left, and I grabbed the door handle as he barreled into Tate’s driveway.
Looking over at him, I watched as he yanked up the parking brake and turned off the ignition.
He sat there, and after a few moments of refusing to look at me, I was ready to scream.
“Jax,” I started, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I—”
“It’s fine, Juliet,” he shot out, his tone flat. “It was a mistake. You want ‘better’? Go find ‘better.’ ”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “Jax, I didn’t mean—”
I stopped, seeing his fist tighten around the steering wheel so hard that I could hear the leather twisting.
What the hell was wrong with him? I never meant that he wasn’t good enough.
But right now cool and calm Jaxon Trent was pissed, and he was barely tolerating me.
He opened the car door to get out, but I reached out and grabbed his arm. “Don’t bother,” I said, before he had a chance to throw me out of the car. “I can open my own door.”
I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut.
I looked up, seeing a light was on in the downstairs of Tate’s house, but I didn’t remember leaving one on. I was about to turn around and say good-bye, hoping maybe I would see the Jax who had spoken to me on the bleachers before, but I decided not to. Without turning back, I started for the house.
“Juliet?” Jax called, and I stopped in the middle of the walkway up to the porch.
Turning around, I crossed my arms over my chest to keep from shivering.
He’d stepped out of the car, leaned over the hood, and studied me. He opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to say something but then just closed it, steeling his jaw again.
I waited for a second longer than I should’ve, wishing he’d say the things he said to me in his car last week. Or in his office last night. Or the fun house today.
Tears pooled before I could stop them, and I turned around, walking as calmly as I could for the front door. Unlocking it, I slipped in and slammed it shut, sliding down to the floor.
“Hey, you,” I heard a familiar voice chirp.
My stomach lurched into my throat as if I were falling, and I looked up to see Tate standing between the dining room and foyer, holding a can of Coke in her hand with her little dog, Madman, hovering between her legs.
The tears instantly spilled over. “Tate?” I choked out.
Pushing off the floor, I launched myself at her, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face in her neck.
It was too late. The sobs couldn’t be stopped. I clutched her T-shirt, probably digging my nails into her skin, too, as my body shook with relief.
“Hey, hey,” she soothed. “What the hell happened?”
But I couldn’t speak. The shakes, the relief, the loss of the loneliness—everything overtook me, and I held her tight for a long time, thankful that she didn’t ask again.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Dia meremas kemudi dan merengut di jalan sebagai Stone Sour ini "Lelah" bermain di stereo.
"Mengapa Anda tidak akan melihat saya?" Bisikku, menatap pangkuanku.
Dia tinggal beku, tidak melanggar kecepatan saat ia melaju kami pulang dan menjawab, "Karena aku seharusnya tidak menyentuh Anda."
Aku segera memutar kepala saya, melihat keluar jendela untuk menyembunyikan air mata saya. Rahang saya sakit, tenggorokan saya merasa seolah-olah sedang ditusuk di seratus tempat yang berbeda, dan saya ingin menjalankan.
Jauh. Jauh.
Semuanya sudah indah sore ini. Hot, lengket, berkeringat, kotor, dan benar-benar indah ketika saya masih dalam pelukannya. Sekarang ... sekarang dia bertindak seolah-olah dia membenci saya, dan saya merasa bodoh.
Apakah itu begitu buruk bahwa aku ingin dia aman? Saya tidak tahu rincian dari apa yang ia lakukan dengan komputer, tapi aku tahu itu bukan di up-dan-up. Dan saya pasti ingin dalam kepalanya. Tapi sekarang eksterior nya lebih keras dari sebelumnya, dan ia menarik diri dari saya.
KC akan marah. Dia lemah, dan dia akan menangis. Juliet akan menahan air mata sialan di depan bajingan.
Tubuhku bergoyang ke kiri, dan aku meraih pegangan pintu sambil berlaras ke jalan masuk Tate.
Melihat dari atas dia, saya menyaksikan dia merenggut sampai rem parkir dan mematikan mesin .
Dia duduk di sana, dan setelah beberapa saat menolak untuk melihat saya, saya sudah siap untuk berteriak.
"Jax," Saya mulai, menelan benjolan di tenggorokan saya. "Aku-"
"Tidak apa-apa, Juliet," ia menembak keluar, nada datar. "Itu adalah sebuah kesalahan. Anda ingin 'lebih baik'? Pergi mencari 'lebih baik.' "" Apa? "Aku bertanya, terkejut.
"Jax, aku tidak bermaksud-"
Aku berhenti, melihat tinjunya mengencangkan sekitar setir begitu keras bahwa aku bisa mendengar memutar kulit.
Apa yang salah dengan dia? Saya tidak pernah berarti bahwa ia tidak cukup baik.
Tapi sekarang sejuk dan tenang Jaxon Trent kesal, dan ia hampir tidak menoleransi saya.
Dia membuka pintu mobil untuk keluar, tapi aku mengulurkan tangan dan meraih lengannya. "Jangan repot-repot," kataku, sebelum ia memiliki kesempatan untuk melemparkan saya keluar dari mobil. "Saya dapat membuka pintu saya sendiri."
Aku melangkah keluar dari mobil dan membanting pintu tertutup.
Aku mendongak, melihat cahaya pada di bawah rumah Tate, tapi saya tidak ingat meninggalkan satu di. Aku hendak berbalik dan mengucapkan selamat tinggal, berharap mungkin aku akan melihat Jax yang telah berbicara dengan saya di bangku-bangku sebelumnya, tapi aku memutuskan untuk tidak. Tanpa berbalik, saya mulai untuk rumah.
"Juliet?" Jax disebut, dan aku berhenti di tengah jalan hingga teras.
Berbalik, aku menyilangkan tangan di depan dada untuk menjaga dari menggigil.
Dia melangkah keluar dari mobil, membungkuk tenda, dan menatapku. Dia membuka mulutnya, tampak seolah-olah ia ingin mengatakan sesuatu tapi kemudian hanya menutupnya, menguatkan rahangnya lagi.
Saya menunggu untuk kedua lebih lama daripada aku harus sudah, berharap dia akan mengatakan hal-hal yang dia berkata kepada saya di mobilnya minggu lalu. Atau di kantornya tadi malam. Atau menyenangkan rumah hari ini.
Air mata menggenang sebelum aku bisa menghentikan mereka, dan aku berbalik, berjalan setenang aku bisa untuk pintu depan. Unlocking, aku menyelinap masuk dan menutupnya dengan keras, meluncur turun ke lantai.
"Hei, kau," aku mendengar kicauan suara yang dikenalnya.
Perutku meluncur ke tenggorokan saya seolah-olah aku jatuh, dan aku mendongak untuk melihat Tate berdiri antara ruang makan dan foyer, memegang sekaleng Coke di tangannya dengan anjing kecilnya, Madman, melayang di antara kedua kakinya.
Air mata langsung tumpah. "Tate?" Aku tercekik.
Mendorong dari lantai, saya meluncurkan diri padanya, membungkus lenganku di sekelilingnya dan mengubur wajahku di lehernya.
Itu terlalu terlambat. Isak tangis tidak bisa dihentikan. Aku mencengkeram kausnya, mungkin menggali kuku saya ke kulitnya, juga, karena tubuh saya bergetar dengan lega.
"Hei, hei," ia menenangkan. "Apa yang terjadi?"
Tapi aku tidak bisa berbicara. Shake, relief, hilangnya kesepian-segalanya menyalip saya, dan saya memegang erat-erat untuk waktu yang lama, bersyukur bahwa dia tidak bertanya lagi.