Scream , livre ebook
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Publié par
Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
Nombre de lectures
4
EAN13
9781781274750
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
EAN13
9781781274750
Langue
English
“ The man who found her thought she was a piece of rag. Some rubbish thrown against the wall. Then he saw the remains of a child’s pretty dress. A rag doll, with torn arms held tight against her face …
‘It’s over. Everything will be alright,’ the man said, as he peeled the girl’s hands from her face. Then she heard his sharp intake of breath and knew he was lying. ”
CONTENTS
Title Page One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Author’s Note More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
ONE
The girl in the thin, summer dress held her hand to her mouth. Her heart beat faster as the huge, dark shapes padded closer and closer. There was a lump in her throat and she could not swallow. She opened her mouth in horror, but the scream would not come. It lay buried deep in her chest, as the two hard-faced boys led the dogs towards her. Now there was nowhere to go. No escape.
‘I suppose Sally wants her mum!’ The older boy with the bull terrier laughed.
‘And such a pity about Sally’s pretty little dress,’ the boy with the black Alsatian added. ‘Jake’ll soon tear that into strips.’
The dogs panted loudly as they pulled on their chains. They sniffed excitedly, as the smell of the girl’s sweat reached their noses.
They had followed her from the park. She walked quickly when she sensed them behind her. Then she ran. Another two streets and she would be home. Another two streets and her father would shout and send the boys away. But not this time. The bullies had asked for money when they first spotted Sally on the estate. She told them she didn’t have any, because she was only ten. The next day, they pinned her against a wall and searched her pockets.
‘She’s a skinny kid,’ one of the bullies joked, as he threw a pound coin into the air. ‘And she’ll get even thinner now that we’ll be having her dinner money!’
The dogs were a new form of torture. The bull terrier gave short, quick breaths, as the girl struggled to climb the wall at the end of the alley. She could not stop trembling and her legs swung limply beneath her. Then she slid to the ground, like a worn-out rag doll.
‘She’s just a bag of bones!’ one of the boys jeered. ‘Food for the dogs.’
‘Hardly a meal on her,’ the other boy said, as the black Alsatian stared at the child pressed against the wall.
