Run, Mummy, Run
Cathy Glass
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0007299281
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the author of Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller Damaged, the gripping story of a woman caught in a horrific cycle of abuse - and the desperate lengths she must go to, to escape.
When Aisha spots an ad for a 'personal introductory service for professionals' in the newspaper, she could never have guessed it would lead to such a perfect marriage. But you should be careful what you wish for…
Mark is sorry the first time he hits Aisha. His tears make her all the more determined to be a better wife; not to let herself down again. But however hard Aisha tries, she can't live up to Mark's impossible expectations – or escape his terrifying, violent temper. Soon she is trapped in a cycle of horrific abuse and imprisonment. And with two young children to protect, Aisha must draw on what strength she has left to find an escape.
What follows is something so devastating it plunges Aisha into her darkest days yet. Is the price she must pay for freedom too high?
didn’t go to waste. When they graduated, both with first class honours, Rowan packed, ready to leave as soon as the results were published. ‘I’ve done what I set out to do,’ he said stoically. ‘Now it is time for me to go.’ If he had any regrets, he certainly didn’t say. Aisha went with him to Birmingham Airport and waited until his flight was called. They wouldn’t write, they had agreed there was no point. He was returning to his homeland where he was promised in marriage to a girl from a good
rest of her face, she turned off the tap and reached for the towel. Leaning on the sink for support, she patted her face dry and listened. It was still quiet, not a sound. She expected to hear something – his footsteps, Sarah crying for her feed. Her eyes went to the wall clock, it was twenty past four. She must have been unconscious for nearly fifteen minutes, and her mind recoiled. Where was Sarah? She would be waking for her feed soon, she must go and find her. Heaving herself off the sink,
for him over. ‘A satirical look at our times,’ one critic said. ‘Very droll, with a neat twist at the end,’ though what this twist was had been left unstated, and Aisha didn’t know because she’d only read the first page. She stared at the print, then up again at Mark. ‘You surely don’t believe …’ she began, and stopped. ‘You don’t really think …’ she tried again, but the words failed her, for clearly he did. ‘I was beside myself,’ he said. ‘Coming home from the hospital last night and finding
it, almost objectively, as if in third person, and knew it was quite bizarre. She’d assumed madness crept up and took you by surprise, so that everyone else knew how oddly you were behaving, apart from you. Yet here she was quite lucidly observing herself, while being unable to alter what she saw. There was a type of voyeurism in watching yourself go mad – a fly-on-the-wall documentary, where you watched but couldn’t act. A few minutes more, she thought, then she would risk it, stand and go in.
Reads novel) Copyright This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. 1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2 © Cathy Glass 2011 Cathy Glass asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library ISBN 978-0-00-729928-7 EPub Edition ©