دانلود رمان انگلیسی “همسر”

THE CHILD HAD BEEN TRAINED WELL— NOT BY HER FAMILY, BUT by life. When the door broke down and she ran for her mother, it wasn’t to seek comfort, but to provide it. Come with me, she wanted to beg, but since the words wouldn’t come out, she tugged at her sleeve. Come with me. It’s better this way. But the mother freed herself and didn’t spare a single glance for the girl, who had no choice but to retreat upstairs, alone. There was a man sleeping in the bedroom, a cruel, nasty Were who scared her nearly as much as the people breaking in. Still, she shook him awake to warn him. “I’m tryin’ to get some fucking rest for once,” he roared, pushing her away. The girl ducked down before he could hit her. “If you can’t keep quiet— ” He stopped, realizing that something was amiss. She glanced around for a hiding spot and slipped inside the closet. For a while, that was it. She hugged her knees and breathed through the musty scent of old clothes. When the screams started, she began counting. The people in the house always called her stupid, but she could go up to a thousand, and the numbers in her head, stacked one after the other after the other, covered the wails of pain, the snarled insults, the sounds of snapping bones. She kept silent, even as the noises grew closer and louder. Two hundred and five. Two hundred and six. Two hundred and— A pool of viscous blood seeped in from under the door, and the child could no longer control herself. Her gasp ricocheted off the walls of the overstuffed closet before she could cover her mouth. She knew then that she was as good as dead.