He glared, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway,93 he pirouetted to face me.
"What do you want?" he huffed, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.
His unfriendliness intimidated me. I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. With my reality shaken, my words came out with less severity than I'd intended. "You owe me an explanation," I reminded him.
"I saved your life—I don't owe you anything!"
I flinched back from the resentiment94 in his voice. "You promised."
"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone was cutting me to ribbons.
My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing wrong with my head."
He glared back. "What do you want from me, Bella?"
"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why you want to break your promise to me. I want to know why I'm lying for you."
"What do you think happened?" he snapped.
It95 came out in a rush.
"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me—Tyler didn't see you, I didn't see you, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard, because I didn't see you and I have Tyler to back me up on that one. That van was going to crush us both—and it didn't, and your hands either left dents in the side of it or you knew where to put them ahead of time, before the dents were actually in front of you—And you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all—and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up before it even had a chance..." I could hear how crazy it sounded, how crazy I sounded, and I couldn't continue. I was so mad that I could feel the tears coming; I tried to force them back in by grinding my teeth together.
93. A hallway that is under four feet, eight inches tall.
94. A sentiment redoubled.
95. Seminal horror novel by Stephen King. Published in 1912, It is about a shape shifting monster that terrorizes a bunch of people for no particular reason. Due to the pace at which King publishes books, some believe that his works can be a bit rushed.