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Into the Darkest Corner. Home · Into the Darkest Corner Author: Elizabeth Haynes Into the Dark: The Darkest Fire; The Amazon's Curse; The Darkest Prison. Catherine Bailey has been enjoying the single life long enough to know a catch when she sees one. Gorgeous, charismatic and spontaneous, Lee seems. Read Into the Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes for free with a 30 day free trial. Read unlimited* books and audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and.
Paul Finch. View all 16 comments. I stayed up late last night reading this book, had a nightmare as I thought I would, I think I even heard my self screaming or crying, right before I woke up. After a few weeks they become lovers. He had a very appealing smile.
I shut the front door firmly and turned the lock, checking that the bolt had shot home by rattling the door a few times. With my fingertips I traced around the edge of the doorframe, feeling that the door was flush with the frame. I turned the doorknob six times, to make sure it was properly closed. One, two, three, four, five, six. Then the doorframe again. Then the doorknob, six times. Then the lock. Once, and again.
Then the doorframe. Lastly the knob, six times. I felt the relief that comes when I manage to do this properly. I sat on the edge of my bed for a while with my eyes lifted to the ceiling, as if I could see them through the plaster and the rafters. All the time I was fighting the urge to start checking the window locks again. I concentrated on my breathing, my eyes closed, trying to calm my racing heart.
Everything is fine. The flat is safe. I did it properly before. The front door is shut. Every so often a small sound made me jump, even though it seemed to come from a long way away. A cabinet door banging? I could hear a vague murmur, far too far away to make out words. I wondered what price they were asking for it—it might be nicer to be higher up. As much as I love being out of reach, having an escape route is just as important. I checked my watch—nearly a quarter to nine. What the fuck were they doing up there?
I made the mistake of glancing at the bedroom window, and then of course I had to check it. Leave it in the hallway? It was untidy enough as it was.
But then, maybe someone other than me would make a point of locking the front door. I finished off the check, and then did the flat door. Not too bad. I waited for it, the anxiety, the need to go around and start again, but it was okay. The house was silent, which made things easier. Best of all, this time the front door was firmly fastened, indicating that the man in jeans had shut it properly behind him. When I saw him for the second time, the memory had gone completely and I spent several moments looking at him.
You had a red dress on. I was on the door at the River. Oh, of course! Sorry, I said, shaking my head as though that would waggle some sense into it. I just. This gave me a reason to look him up and down appraisingly. For a few moments I contemplated hanging around in the coffee shop, waiting for him to finish his workout—would that look too easy? Too desperate? Well, what can I say?
It had been a while. The last few men I liked had been one-night stands; sometimes I was verging on being too drunk to recall the details. Nothing wrong with it, of course, I was just enjoying myself while I could.
Had enough of relationships for the time being, enjoying being single, all of that bullshit. Maybe it was time to start calming down a little. Maybe it was time to start thinking of the future. Today I was dressed in sweaty gym gear, with no makeup and with my hair tied back—quite different.
On Friday we ended up in the Roadhouse, a new bar that had opened in the Market Square. It was heaving with people thanks to their opening weekend drinks promotions, and Sylvia and Claire had both run off with guys within the first half hour of arriving. Now I was already looking forward to next weekend. Friday night I was planning to go out with Claire, Louise and her sister Emma, and then after that the weekend was mine.
Smiling to myself, I sauntered back to the car, thinking that maybe we could find our way to the River.
By leaving work late I miss the worst of the crush on the Tube. When I first moved here I made the mistake of fighting my way through the rush hour, and every day the panic got worse.
There were too many faces to scan, too many bodies pressing in from all sides. There were too many hiding places, and not enough room for me to run. So I leave work late, which makes up for me getting in late. I keep moving, up and down stairs, along the platform, until the last possible moment and the doors are just closing, before I jump on the train. Tonight I took a while to decide which way to go home. Every day I take different routes on the Tube, getting off a stop later or a stop earlier, walking a mile or so, then onto a bus, or back onto the Tube.
Usually I walk the last mile, taking different streets. Once I got off the bus at Steward Gardens my walk home was punctuated by fireworks, the smell of them sour in the cold, damp air. Doubled back down Lorimer Road. I checked over the wall—the light was on in my dining room, the curtains half-closed.
I counted the sixteen panes, eight on each door, which showed up as yellow rectangles, with neat edges where the curtains fell straight down on either side.
No extra bits of light showed through. I repeated this over and over again as I kept on walking. The flat is safe, nobody has been in there. At the end of the alleyway, a sharp turn left and I was nearly home—Talbot Street. I resisted the urge to walk to the end of the street at least once before turning back; tonight I managed to get inside at the first attempt.
I looked back while turning the key, which had been held ready in my hand since I got off the bus. The front door locked behind me. I checked it six times, counting each time: I turned the doorknob, six times.
She nodded and regarded me, her head to one side, for a moment as she usually does and then went back inside. I could hear her television turned up to full volume the way it always is. The evening news. She does this every evening. Sometimes I do. So—the doorframe, the doorknob—do it properly, Cathy.
At last I finished checking the front door. Then up the stairs. Checked to the top of the staircase. Listened to the stillness in the house, the noise of a siren a few streets away, the television on in the flat downstairs. More fireworks, going off a long way away. I unlocked my front door, looked behind me at the staircase again, then took one step inside, closed the door, locked it.
Bolt at the bottom, chain in the middle, deadlock at the top. Listened at the door. Nothing at all from the other side. Looked through the peephole. Nobody there; just the stairs, the landing, the light overhead. I ran my fingers around the doorframe, turned the door handle six times one way, six times the other way. The bolts held the door shut.
I turned the Yale lock six times. I slid each bolt six times and back again, each time turning the doorknob six times. The first thing I did was to check all the windows, and close the curtains, going around the flat in the same order. First the front window onto the street. All the locks secure. I ran my fingers around the window frame. Then I could close the curtains tight against the darkness outside.
From the street, nobody can see me unless I stand close up against the glass. I checked the edges of the curtains in case I could see part of the window. Then I moved over to the balcony, the double doors. In the summer I look out over the yard, checking the perimeter wall, but at this time of year there was only darkness outside. I checked the deadbolts on the balcony doors, felt all the way around the edge, turned the handle six times. The lock held true, the handle rattled loosely.
Then I closed the heavy lined curtains against the blackness. The blind came down. I stood in front of the drawer for several minutes, picturing what the contents looked like. When I pulled it open, I looked at the tray—the forks on the left, the knives in the middle, the spoons on the right.
I closed the drawer, then I opened it again to make sure. Knives definitely in the middle, forks on the left, spoons on the right. How did I know?
Maybe I did something wrong. I opened the drawer again, to check. This time it was all right. Through to my bedroom. Big windows in here that looked out onto the backyard, but the curtains were closed already as I left them before work this morning. The room was in darkness. I plucked up my courage and opened the curtains, checking the wide windows. I had extra locks installed in these windows when I moved in, and I checked each one, turning and re-turning the keys six times so that I knew they were secure.
Then I turned on the light beside the bed. For a moment I sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply, trying to calm the rising panic. The bedside clock said that the time was 7: I wanted to go and watch television.
This time I went through the whole process of checking the door twelve times before I moved on to the front window. Friday night had been a bit pathetic, really. When she tries to break it off with him, it's as if a weight has been lifted, until he comes back and it starts all over again, this time rougher. He tells her friends that she is hurting herself. Pretty soon the sex becomes rape and the beatings go along with it. When Catherine hears about a job opening in New York she sees this as her way of escape, only she has to do it without Lee knowing.
She accepts the job, gets her passport in secret, and plans her escape. She is finally at the airport when she sees Lee, and he has the airport police with him.
It turns out that he is an undercover policeman and he has told them that she is wanted. He throws her to the ground and handcuffs her, throws her into a van, knocks her out and takes her home. All her friends think she has gone to the States so Lee has a perfect opportunity to keep her locked up and no one will look for her. He beats her, rapes her over and over again, chokes her, breaks her fingers on one hand, and leaves her locked in an empty room of her flat.
After a few days he comes in the room with a knife, rapes her again, beats her and finally takes the knife and makes numerous cuts all over her body.
As he leaves the house, the neighbor sees him with blood all over his shirt. She opens the unlocked front door and finds Catherine near death. Lee is prosecuted for abuse and is sentenced to only three years in prison.
Catherine has her life back. Her new life begins in London, a new job, a new place to live but the fear is always there. She meets Stuart who lives upstairs from her and they start a relationship. He is a clinical psychologist and he helps her learn to calm down, gets her to see a therapist.
Catherine finds out on Christmas that Lee is being released. Her panic starts but this time she is stronger. No exaggeration. This book is a dark, psychological thriller that chronicles the tale of a relationship between the young Catherine Bailey and a handsome, charismatic man called Lee who slowly, gradually, turns into a monster. It's a disturbing story that doesn't skimp on violent details, which might make it something you'd want to avoid if Perhaps the most horrifying thing about Into the Darkest Corner is how much it reminds me of what people are calling "intense" and "dark" New Adult romances.
It's a disturbing story that doesn't skimp on violent details, which might make it something you'd want to avoid if you are particularly sensitive to scenes of domestic abuse and rape. It's so But not only that, it's the development of Lee himself that is even worse. Lee is presented as everything a young woman could want: The readers themselves might find they are falling slightly in love with him His sweet protectiveness becomes controlling and possessive.
His attentiveness turns to stalking. Soon Catherine doesn't know how to escape and she's too afraid to try. I think it's the contrast between the now and then of the story that makes Into the Darkest Corner so powerful. I've read other books about domestic violence and abusive boyfriends, but none seem to have captured the complete shift in personality of the abuser quite like this one does.
It's refreshing - though I cringe that I can say that - to see a controlling relationship and stalkery portrayed as something negative, not as symbolic of the deep, never-ending love the stalker feels. And it is really creepy at times. The present part of the story is set after Catherine has escaped and Lee has been charged - but he has also just been released from prison. Afraid of her own shadow and caught up in her OCD, Catherine must try to continue with her life whilst knowing that Lee is out there somewhere.
She wakes up every single day and wonders if he's found her It's an edge-of-your-seat kind of book and Haynes builds some fantastic tension. Highly recommended. View all 39 comments. Holy freaking bubble wrappers!
Wow, just wow. I stayed up late last night reading this book, had a nightmare as I thought I would, I think I even heard my self screaming or crying, right before I woke up.
I'm not sure and resumed reading it before I ate my breakfast. I kid you not, I checked twice if my door was locked and made sure my bedroom window was closed, before I went to sleep.
What a story. It sounded so realistic, it reminded me o Holy freaking bubble wrappers! It sounded so realistic, it reminded me of an episode of Dr. Phil, that I saw few years back, with a woman telling a similar story: It felt like it was written from two diferent persons p.
The one before, that was young as silly, doing stupid stuff, going out with friends and having fun. Nothing special, just average girl, living her life, working and having fun with her friends, meating a guy And the one after, paranoid and scared out of her mind, seeing his face in every person that passed by her. In the beginning of the book you know that something happened, something that made her completely different person, but you don't know how exactely and why.
As the story progressed, I started doubting if the things she was saying was true. Could it be that everything was just in her head? I know she told that it happened, but how come her friends had a different explanation, that sounded more logical than hers? I was going back and forward. One moment I believed her side of the story, and the next, I thought she was a total mental case, counting every single step up to her flat and checking things six times. I felt sorry for the Stuart.
And I thought that if I ever had to choose who to be raped by, Lee or Tony, it would have to be Tony from the Consequences and I would thank my lucky stars that he was even an option to choose from, one of the two evils. That's how evil I think Lee was.
I couldn't quite figure it out if it was a cliffhanger and there will be a sequel coming up or if it was just authors last attempt to screw with my mind. The ending left me wondering "What's next? I realize that everything that needed to be told, was told. But the way the book ended still left me feeling like I read just half of the story It was better than I expected. View all 34 comments. Como Aconteceu?
Atingem rapidamente um ponto de rotura, dando lugar a um Vazio que tende a ser preenchido por um frente a frente de desconhecidos. View all 11 comments. Aug 12, Jennifer Masterson rated it it was amazing.
I'm so glad I read this book. It got me out of a book rut! Into The Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes is a great psychological thriller about an abusive relationship that occurred in the past. The main character, Catherine Bailey, tries to overcome her trauma in the present while still dealing with the scary fact that her ex-boyfriend, Lee, who almost killed her is still very much alive.
She was a great character that I was able to sympathize with. This book had me hooked from the very beginning. Highly recommended except for the faint of heart a lot of graphic language, violence and sex. View all 25 comments. My turn finally. Cathy meets the handsome and charming Lee and the two become instantly attracted to one another.
One thing leads to another until they are both completely consumed with their intense relationship. While the relationship starts off simply enough as time goes by Cathy starts to become afraid of Lee and his erratic temper.
Constantly walking on egg shells things only go from bad to worse. Four years later and Cathy, now Catherine, lives a quiet life of solitude in London. She throws everything she has into her work and spends her evenings and weekends alone and locked away in her flat rarely leaving unless absolutely necessary. Lee has been in prison since he violently attacked her but now he's been released and her nightmare soon begins again.
I'll admit that this book definitely had it's creepy elements. Elizabeth Haynes certainly doesn't hold back in the violence. Some scenes were deliciously disturbing which I appreciated so much.
This was a decent psychological thriller but if I'm being honest this is a story I've read many times before and while this was well written where was the editor? It got to be a bit tedious and I skimmed entire chapters of the exact same thing over and over again. The more of this genre I read the harder it becomes to impress me. If this book had been pages it likely would of got at least 4 or maybe even 5 stars from me but at this length and with the amount of skimming I did 3 stars it is!
View all 26 comments. When Catherine Bailey meets the charismatic and handsome Lee, she just knows she's found a winner. But she soon discovers a darker side to Lee. He is controlling, obsessive and constantly playing little mind games.
Catherine finds herself growing more and more afraid of him, so with no other options, she plans her escape. Lee, my friends is batshit crazy. Now 4 years later, Cathy is living in a new town, with a new job, but she is still haunted by Lee and his brutal attacks. She has isolated hers When Catherine Bailey meets the charismatic and handsome Lee, she just knows she's found a winner. She has isolated herself and spends hours a day compulsively checking over her home.
Finally Cathy has hope again, she is feeling better and her friendship with Stuart seems to be growing into something more. Until she gets a phone that changes everything. Lee is being release from jail. He was going to come for me, it was only a question of time. Overall, this was a great suspenseful, thriller. Catherine's story is told through past and present POVs. Most of the story felt like an authentic portrayal of obsession and domestic abuse.
View all 35 comments. Feb 19, Brenda - Traveling Sister rated it really liked it. I am not sure if this would have been one I would've chosen for myself. I am really glad I took Norma's recommendation and read this one.
I found The Darkest Corner to be a dark, disturbing, and interesting book. The story is told in alternating chapters switching timelines with the before when once lively, fun loving and party girl Catherine meets handsome, charming and mysterious Lee and we follow their relationship as it I read Into The Darkest Corner on a recommendation from my sister Norma.
The story is told in alternating chapters switching timelines with the before when once lively, fun loving and party girl Catherine meets handsome, charming and mysterious Lee and we follow their relationship as it declines into violence and the after, where we see Catherine is now struggling with OCD and PTSD giving us a good sense of the burdens of both.
That made this an interesting read for me. The contrast between the two timelines is cleverly pulled together leaving me feeling very satisfied with the ending. I recommend to anyone who loves a good psychological thriller but with caution as there is some violence.
View all 30 comments. The protagonist, Cathy, is a walking cliche of a victim of domestic violence, all beautifully wan and glamour-girly, and nothing about her is worth rooting for.
She's unsympathetic and dreadfully dull she spends the majority of her pre-abuse time partying and flirting and nothing else, re spoilers ahead This novel of "suspense" has gotten rave reviews all across the web, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why.
She's unsympathetic and dreadfully dull she spends the majority of her pre-abuse time partying and flirting and nothing else, really -- she's about as interesting as a pretty block of cheese.
The abuser is a character lifted from Law and Order: SVU, a moody, sexy, macho type with a perverted streak. Oh, and he's in undercover law enforcement -- another cliche -- so that the "heroine" conveniently finds herself unable to escape. The secondary characters are also unbelievably drawn. There are the protagonist's so-called friends who are so charmed by the handsome sociopath that they would not believe their FRIEND at all what kind of friends are these exactly? Then there's Stuart, the new love interest, and another convenient setup a psychologist, who also doesn't seem to believe Cathy's fears, excusing them as a part of her OCD behavior.
The only character who sides with Cathy, genuinely so, is a policewoman who doesn't appear until nearly the END of the novel. Yet another rushed convenience. I was primarily disappointed with the novel because the author is, supposedly, a police intelligence analyst. One would think she'd have an idea how to recreate a believable novel about domestic abuse rather than a Lifetime Movie of the week wannabe.
View all 14 comments. I met Elizabeth Haynes at a book talk a couple of years ago now and she seemed liked a really nice person. She was so friendly and signed my copy of this book. It contrast her novel is not nice. This is not the sort of thing that I usually go for, psychological thrillers usually bore the hell out of me because they try too hard to be clever and turn the plot into a labyrinth.
Haynes keeps it simple, and simple works I met Elizabeth Haynes at a book talk a couple of years ago now and she seemed liked a really nice person. Haynes keeps it simple, and simple works really well here.
She splits the novel into two perspectives four years apart, a before and after if you like. They are told side by side and it took me a while to realise that they were both the same character. She is completely ruined and has to work so hard to pick herself up and carry on with her life. Simple tasks like socialising and locking her front door become dominated by anxiety and paranoia. She has an obsessive security check routine she has to carry out every time she leaves the house.
And in terms of creating a character with a real life mental disorder, this was done fantastically well. How does she get there? This isn't how normal people think. Fuck off, world- what the hell is normal anyway?
As such, he is ridiculously possessive, violent and completely toxic. Though before his true personality began to surface, Catherine fell in love with his more charming aspects.
He seduced her, and she was putty in his strong hands.
He appeared to be the perfect man, but appearances are always deceptive. The thing that really drove the story forward for me was my eagerness to see exactly what caused the destruction of Catherine, turning her into a shadow of herself.
And the shift was believable and cleverly written. I can understand why her steps were haunted by this man who claimed to love her but almost broke her in two, and when he finally got out of prison the novel became quite intense. I read it all rather quickly, though I think it would have been better if Catherine was a more compelling character to begin with. She had a rather flat personality before she was chained up in a basement and as such all the quirkiness was only born because of torment.
So this was a decent read, and I enjoyed something a bit different to my usual fare though I am in no rush to ever read anything by her again. View all 4 comments.