Brad Barton and Aren Dabaghian

Ms. Marootian

Honors English II

3 November 2008

 

Ghost Chapter

 

Heathcliff embarked on the long three-day journey to Liverpool. Heathcliff fled from Wuthering Heights because he heard that his one only love, Catherine, doesn’t want to marry him because it will degrade her. Heathcliff’s main goal was to search for his long lost parents, who threw him out on the streets of Liverpool. He started his journey at in the center of a storm, and his progress was slowed. Heathcliff had to find shelter to sleep in and take a rest.

           

            Heathcliff luckily found a family willing to let him board at their house at the outskirts of Yorkshire. The Family had a father named William and a mother named Jill. The family one son named Mike.

“Good evening,” said Jill.

“I am looking for a place to stay for the night,” replied Heathcliff.

“You can stay here as long as you don’t mess any thing up,” said William. “So where are you headed.”

“I am off to Liverpool,” replied Heathcliff.

“That is a very long journey,” said Jill.

“I am in search of my parents,” said Heathcliff.

“Well, in all of Liverpool,” said William, “that will be hard.”

Heathcliff answered back frustrated, “I don’t care how long the trip is, I just want to go to sleep!”

           

Heathcliff woke up in the morning, and no one was awake. Heathcliff knew he had to continue his journey to reach Liverpool quickly. He decided to take some food for breakfast and surplus food for the journey without consent and immediately left. As his journey progressed Heathcliff became more aware of the commotion he had caused at the Grange and especially at Wuthering Heights. But he would not let anything interfere with his one main goal, finding his parents.

 

He finally reached Liverpool after three days of the long and difficult trek. He went to the city hall to find if his parents were even alive. After he was given the address he immediately got to work searching for his parents. He arrived at an immense wooden mansion; a gated yard and an immense driveway laid in front of the mansion, his parents dining by candlelight at a beautiful dinner table with a butler at their side and diamond chandelier watching over them.  The fireplace was trimmed with pure gold and had a warm fire blazing in side.  Heathcliff would have loved to be in there.

 

He knocked on the door. “Who is that,” scowled the butler.

“Heathcliff,” replied Heathcliff.

“Go away, I know of no Heathcliffs.”

 

Quickly remembering that he was not named Heathcliff by his parents, he replied, “Tell the folks inside that their son that they threw on the streets of Liverpool and never came back to get is here.”

“They have no son, go away.”

“Please have them come to the door.”

“All right”

 

When his parents came to the door, they did not recognize him.  They would not even let him stay at their mansion.  He was too dirty.  He went back into the city to lodge at an abandoned hotel.  The hotel had fell to a fire in the last year and no one had gone into it until now.  He stayed in Liverpool for a few years working in the police force and getting into shape.  When he got tired of Liverpool and couldn’t stand another day without Catherine, he left Liverpool and went to his parent’s house one last time.

 

They were not there when he arrived and neither was the butler.  He broke through the window. He took whatever he could find. He took money, diamonds, and gold.  He quickly left through the window through which he came in, and headed back to Wuthering Heights; rich, happy, and eager to see Catherine.