Revenge

My son has arrived. Linton, my son, is now living with me here at Wuthering Heights. It was a little struggle to get him here, but he has adjusted quite well. At first he would whine about going back to Edgar at the awful Grange, but I continued to assure him that there is no better place for him than right here at Wuthering Heights. It took some time, but young Cathy did manage to find her way here. Edgar, who at the time was near his death bead, originally forbid Cathy from coming here, so she started sending notes with the milk boy to my young Linton. They abruptly stopped at one point, and I could tell Linton was disappointed. That was when I had to step in. I was leaving town for a while, so I made a stop at The Grange, and told Nelly how Linton had been acting, then told her that she should bring Cathy over right away. I then proceeded out of town. They did follow through and made the daily visits. But since Cathy despised me, they turned into weekly visits. They even continued their visits once Linton started getting sick. Then, one visit, I decided I had had enough. I took Nelly and Cathy and held them hostage. I would not let them leave until the following morning when Linton and Cathy were married. I held Nelly even longer, but that is beyond the point. I couldn't believe my plan had worked! Soon thereafter, Edgar died, so Thrushcross Grange was now Linton's! And, since Linton's health was deteriorating little by little, he wrote in his will that everything was to be left to me! For the most part we have been staying at Wuthering Heights, and Catherine grieved for quite the longest time. She eventually started getting acquainted with Hareton, and I believe a wedding may be in the works. I must say that revenge is very sweet.

My Soon-To-Be Son.

Isabella left me quite a long while ago. I do not know where she went, and nobody cares to tell me. I have my assumptions, but, again, nobody will even drop the slightest hint. I don’t know why I ramble on about this nonsense, because it no longer matters where she went. I do know she had a child. My child. She has died since the child was born, just like my lovely Catherine. Catherine died the day she gave birth to her daughter, another Catherine, and I must grieve her absence. Isabella, on the other hand, has no meaning to me at all. It’s better off that she die. I have heard that Edgar Linton has gone to retrieve the boy that is my son, and take him to Thrushcross Grange. Since his mother is gone, though, I can’t think of any other place he’d rather be than with me here at Wuthering Heights. I do believe that I will get my son here when he arrives at Thruscross Grange; it is only a matter of time. I mean, how can one deny access to his own flesh and blood? Old Edgar may try his hardest, but that boy shall be mine. He is all I have left, especially since Catherine has been gone a long twelve years. When the young boy is in my hands I know I will stir up a way to get back at Edgar Linton. He took away my Catherine, so I only think it fair that I take away his.

My Return to Wuthering Heights

I have returned to Wuthering Heights. I do believe I have stirred up a little trouble, but it will be worth it if I can get back at Edgar. Yes, this means my previous news was correct. Catherine did marry Edgar, so I have been trying to make his life absolutely miserable. First of all, there is no way I am staying away from Catherine. I admit, I understand this will annoy Edgar, but that is half of the point. This will allow me to see Catherine, while turning Edgar against us. Also, Isabella Linton, Edgar's sister, took quite the liking to me. I did marry her because I knew it would disturb Edgar deeply. Isabella, being as blind as she is, didn't realize the trap she fell into, which I must admit was a bit entertaining. When she arrived at Wuthering Heights with me, I do believe she was shocked to see our way of living. I must say she will need to learn to deal with it, especially since I've only married her to get back at Edgar. I will be holding her here all day everyday, and quite possibly making her life even more miserable than anybody elses. This ought to hurt Edgar, and Isabella's sufferings will only please me. I actually believe that Edgar is equally angry at Isabella for marring me, like I am for him marrying Catherine, but eventually he should turn around and want Isabella back. Little does he know there will be more to come...much more to come.

Running Away

I have run away from Wuthering Heights. I can’t take being there any longer. Cathy says that I am no company at all to her. I try to please her, and yet she says that I never talk or keep her company at all. How was I supposed to know my presence wasn’t wanted if she never told me?! Either way, Edgar is still the apple of her eye. He had been coming over more and more as time passed. One night, I asked if she was expecting somebody (since she was wearing a nice frock), and she lied! She said she wasn’t expecting anybody, and then Edgar came as to enjoy her company and likewise for Cathy. I decided that I must leave them. I couldn’t stand to be around him of all people. Of course, I was still around and may have overheard a few of their words, but that is beyond the point. Then, when Edgar left, I went and sat at a bench by the wall just to relax. That is when Cathy came in and told Nelly she was planning on marrying the man! She, of course, didn’t notice that I was within listening distance, but I was still shocked. Nelly said that she was marrying him just because he had money, which I can’t disagree upon, but Cathy insists there is more. I know that she knows she isn’t following her heart, which just about kills me inside. Thus, after she was done, I left. I have run away from Wuthering Heights to be away from them. I can’t and won't support that. She should know if she was with me she could be around Edgar if she so pleased, but this just won't work. I have heard that since my departure she has left Wuthering Heights to go live with the Linton’s, and that she very well may have taken Nelly with her. At this point I may never see my true love again.