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  unquiet slumbers

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  Wuther

  by V. J. Chambers

  This new adult retelling of Wuthering Heights is intended for mature readers due to explicit sexual content and coarse language.

  Instead of storms tearing through Yorkshire moors, the sounds of ‘90s grunge rock whisper through backwoods American cornfields…

  And give new life to the Bronte characters you love to hate.

  A gypsy orphan, Heath Galloway adores Cathy Earnshaw, his childhood sweetheart. He would do anything to protect her from her drunken, abusive father—even push the man down a flight of stairs to stop him hitting her.

  But with her father dead, Cathy’s older brother Matt runs the Earnshaw farm and both of their lives. And Matt despises Heath. Forced to drop out of school and work the fields, Heath is separated from Cathy and the two begin to drift apart.

  When Cathy meets the rich, blond, and suave Eli Linton, she finds herself torn between Eli’s charm and Heath’s brute potency.

  Fiercely proud and stubborn, Heath doesn’t take well to being brushed aside. He’ll get what he wants, or he’ll get revenge. No matter how long it takes.

  WUTHER

  © copyright 2013 by V. J. Chambers

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  Wuther

  by V. J. Chambers

  unquiet slumbers

  1984

  The wind whistled through the cornfields, fluttering the stalks like a restless ghost. Outside the tenant house, Floyd Earnshaw—Daddy to Cathy—raged as he banged on the front door.

  “Get in the closet, babies,” said Mama Galloway to Heath and Cathy. She was already urging the children inside the linen closet and shutting the door after them.

  Mama Galloway wasn’t really Cathy’s mother. She was a hired hand who lived on the tenant house of the farm. She did some cooking, some housekeeping, some cleaning, and she helped with the planting and harvesting. Heath was her son.

  Daddy had been drinking whiskey that night. He drank a little bit of it every night, but some nights more than others, and some nights, it made him mean.

  Some nights he only came down to kiss on Mama Galloway, in her little tenant house, right in the shadow of the big farm house. But some nights he yelled and growled, and then Cathy was afraid of him.

  Those nights, when Mama Galloway heard his heavy fist on the door, his slurred voice outside, she would hide Cathy and Heath in the closet.

  It was like that on this night. Mama Galloway shut the door after them. “Hush now, little ones,” she said. “Daddy won’t be happy to find you here.”

  Cathy bit down on her fingernails, peering through the slits in the door to the closet. She was seven years old, and she wasn’t supposed to bite her fingernails anymore. But when she was nervous, she couldn’t help herself.

  Heath was bigger than her. He was eight years old, and he was her favorite person on earth. They played together every day. Heath was never like her big brother Matt, who always pulled her hair and called her a sissy baby.

  Heath touched her arm in the darkness of the closet. “It’s okay, Cathy. He won’t find us. He never does.”

  She nodded. The closet was full of folded sheets and towels, and it smelled like laundry detergent.

  She and Heath were quiet. They could hear Mama Galloway outside, opening the door.

  “Floyd, what are you doing down here?” she said.

  “I’m looking for my girl.” Daddy’s voice. It was heavy and slurred, the way it always was when he’d had a lot of whiskey. “My Catherine. Is she down here, Wanda? You know I don’t like it when you let her sleep over with that boy of yours. It ain’t right, boys and girls in the same bed.”

  “Oh, they’re only children, you know that. They’re innocent little babes,” said Mama. “Why don’t you sit down here? I’ll get you some coffee. You could use it, hon.”

  “Don’t want coffee. I want my daughter. Where is she?”

  Daddy’s voice was getting louder as he got close to the closet.

  “Floyd, calm down,” said Mama.

  “You down here, Catherine? You naughty girl, running off like that on your old daddy. When I find you, I’m going to beat your backside black and blue.”

  “Floyd—”

  “No,” roared Daddy. “She’s not yours, you know, Wanda. That little girl is mine and her dead, sweet mother’s. And you ain’t nothing but hired help, when it comes down to it.”

  “Sit down and stop it,” said Mama. “You been drinking, and you’re going to regret saying all this in the morning. Whenever you do this, you always apologize to me.”

  “You force me to apologize, woman!”

  “Ow, Floyd, don’t grip me so tight.”

  A crashing noise.

  Cathy squeezed her eyes shut. Heath wrapped his arm around her protectively. It was going to be a night where Daddy broke things, then. He got like that sometimes when he drank too much. Last time, he broke a vase that Mama Galloway had gotten from her grandmother. It had been beautiful, all purple and glazed and wonderful. Cathy missed it. But Daddy had called Mama Galloway’s grandmother a “gypsy whore” and smashed the vase against the wall.

  Mama had cried. Cathy and Heath had huddled in the closet and listened, and they were both afraid. But the next morning, Daddy and Mama were all made up, kissing while Mama scrambled eggs in the kitchen.

  “You do,” said Floyd. “You get inside my head, and I can’t stop trying to make you happy. You’re a witch. A gypsy witch, and you cursed me.”

  “That’s right,” said Mama, but her voice was strained. “Cursed you with love, you big lug. Now let me go.”

  Mama told them sometimes. She told them how she used to travel with her gypsy family, doing fortunes and making jewelry and working odd jobs. But she gave it all up after the night she met Daddy. She came to work on the farm, moved into the tenant house, and she never went back to her family.

  “Shut up, you stupid bitch,” growled Daddy.

  Another crashing noise.

  Mama screamed. “Floyd, stop!”

  “You stupid, stupid bitch,” said Daddy, and it sounded like he was concentrating real hard on something.

  Mama was making gurgling noises.

  Cathy pressed her eyes up against the flats of the closet and looked outside. Daddy had his hands wrapped around Mama’s neck really tight. Mama’s face was turning red.

  “Heath,” whispered Cathy.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Daddy was muttering, a slurred litany.

  Heath saw what was happening. He opened up the door to the closet. “Stop it, Daddy.”

  Daddy looked up to see Heath. He flung Mama away.

  Mama fell into the end table, and the impact of her head against the wood made a
loud cracking noise. It looked like it hurt. But Mama didn’t even cry out. She didn’t do anything at all.

  “What are you doing in there?” said Daddy.

  Heath ran over to Mama. “Mama? Mama?”

  Cathy started to cry.

  And then Daddy saw her. “Catherine? You are down here. Hiding in the closet with that boy.” He stepped towards her, but he was shaky on his feet.

  Heath was shaking Mama. “Mama? Mama, wake up!”

  “What did you do to Mama Galloway, Daddy?” said Cathy. “What did you do to her?”

  Daddy advanced on Cathy. He pulled back his hand and slapped her hard across her cheek.

  Cathy screamed.

  Heath got up. “Don’t!”

  Daddy looked at him.

  “You killed her,” said Heath, his dark eyes flashing. “You killed my mama. You killed my mama!”

  Daddy backed away from Heath. “I…” He looked afraid.

  2013

  “I can’t believe you’d do this,” said Eli Linton, Thera’s father.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is,” said Thera. Her real name was Catherine, but she went by Thera. She was named after her mother, who had died of complications giving birth to her. Her father told her that he’d named her that because he wanted to honor Thera’s mom. But then he couldn’t bear to say her name out loud, so he’d started calling her Thera instead.

  Thera thought it was weird. She was glad enough not be called by her mother’s name. It was kind of creepy, when she thought about it, having a dead woman’s name. And Thera didn’t know anything about her mother. Her father would never talk about her, since it was too painful for him.

  They were in the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming through the window, and her father was holding onto her laptop, glaring at her as if she’d just committed some sin too horrible to name.

  She was pouring coffee into two mugs—one for her dad and one for her.

  “The big deal, Thera, is that I told you to stay away from these people.”

  She opened the refrigerator door and got out some almond milk. “It’s not people, Dad, it’s only my cousin Linton. And anyway, what gives you the right to go through my facebook messages like that?”

  “The computer was sitting open on your bed.” Eli folded his arms over his chest. He peered around her body. “Are you putting that almond milk crap in there?”

  Thera turned to hide what she was doing from her father. He was watching his cholesterol, and the doctor had advised that he needed to avoid animal fats whenever possible. Her dad didn’t want anything to do with it, but Thera made sure to watch out for him when she could. Almond milk was just as good as cow milk in coffee. It was even vanilla flavored. “Why were you in my room?”

  “It’s my house. I can go where I please,” he said. “And I should be able to have cream in my coffee if I want it. Real cream.”

  “Daddy,” she sighed. “I’m worried about you. You have to start eating healthier. You promised you would make some changes.”

  Eli’s nostrils flared. “Changes, sure. But I didn’t agree to tofu and almond milk and that quinoa stuff you keep trying to feed me.”

  Thera squirted some agave nectar—a natural sweetener—into her father’s mug. She gave the coffee a stir and handed it to him. “It’s good for you.”

  Eli made a face. He took a sip.

  “Doesn’t it taste good?”

  He set the mug down on the counter. “It’s not bad, I guess. But I don’t see how you have time to worry over what I’m eating and time to study for your classes. Your priority needs to be your studies, and you know that.”

  Thera was only a few weeks away from her last week of freshman year of college. Living at home with her dad wasn’t the most exciting way to spend her undergrad, but she didn’t have the heart to leave him all alone. She was all that was left of her father’s family. He’d lost his sister and parents in addition to Thera’s mother. He’d be lonely without her, and she knew that.

  She gave him a hug. “I couldn’t leave you alone, Daddy. But you could try to remember that I’m a grownup, and that you can’t snoop on my computer whenever you want.”

  Eli sighed. “Maybe I did invade your privacy, but I can’t keep silent about this. Heath Galloway hates you, Thera. He wishes you were never born. Anything to do with him is bad news.”

  “I told you, it’s not about that Heath guy,” said Thera. “It’s only about Linton. He’s your nephew. And he wants to meet me. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

  Eli shook his head. “No, it’s not Linton. I read these messages, and Linton did not write them. Heath wrote them. He’s trying to lure you back, and god knows what horrible things he wants to do to you.”

  “You can’t know that. You don’t know Linton.”

  “I know Heath.”

  “No kid my age is letting their dad write facebook messages for them,” Thera said. “It’s not Heath. It’s Linton. And you’re paranoid.”

  “You don’t know Heath Galloway. He’s capable of manipulating Linton in ways you can’t possibly understand,” said Eli. “I got us out of that place because of what he did to my family. I never want to see him again, and I don’t want you to see him either. I’m only sorry that Linton is suffering the way he is, and that he’s trapped with that horrible man.”

  Thera rolled her eyes. “You’re sounding crazy. You know that, right?”

  “You won’t email Linton again,” said Eli. “And you won’t see him. Is that clear?”

  “You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Dad. I’m—”

  “Promise me, Thera.”

  He seemed so serious. Fine. If it made him happy, she’d promise. But he was completely overreacting. She was sure there was nothing dangerous about going to meet her cousin. What her father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  1993

  Heath was waiting for Cathy after English class. He was wearing a plaid shirt under his faded jean jacket, and he was leaning against the lockers, smirking at her.

  He had a really sexy smirk.

  Heath’s hair was dark. It had a little bit of curl to it. It hung around his face, reaching nearly to his shoulders. His skin was dusky and brown. His eyes were ringed in a dark fringe of lashes. He was beautiful and scruffy all at the same time. Her exotic gypsy and the boy she’d grown up with rolled into one.

  She sauntered over to him. “Hey.”

  He raised his eyebrows at her appraisingly, his idea of a greeting. “Want to cut sixth with me?”

  “And do what?”

  He shrugged. His shrugs were eloquence defined. She didn’t think she’d ever seen someone shrug quite like Heath Galloway. Whenever he shrugged, he looked intense and committed, but also aloof and disinterested. She wasn’t sure how he managed to effortlessly embody such polar opposites in a single gesture. “Hang out. Smoke cigarettes. Drive around.”

  “I don’t know.” Cathy couldn’t figure Heath out. They’d been best friends since forever, attached at the hip when they were kids. But lately, she’d realized that Heath was attractive, and it had made everything extremely confusing.

  She hadn’t meant to notice how gorgeous he was. It had happened by accident. They were hanging out in the barn, and Heath was draped over the loft, blowing smoke rings at the ceiling. He’d smiled at her briefly, and suddenly…

  He wasn’t just her friend anymore. Suddenly, he was a man, with broad shoulders and blunt fingers and hair growing on his chin and on his chest and on his forearms. And he moved with this lithe grace that was extraordinarily masculine. His eyes were shadowed and expressive. His mouth was sensuous and inviting. His hesitance, which she’d always taken for granted, was now a tantalizing mystery.

  Now, whenever she was around him, he dazzled her.

  “Come on, Cathy,” he said, tugging up half his mouth in a wry smile. “You really going to miss anything in sixth period?”

  She tucked her hair behind her ear, shy around him in a way she’d
never been. “Okay.”

  His grin widened, lighting up his whole face. He reached over and took her hand.

  Shivers traveled up her arm. He was touching her!

  She smiled up at him.

  He looked down at her.

  It seemed like they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long time.

  Then Heath said, “We should go, huh?”

  Cathy nodded wordlessly.

  * * *

  Cathy watched Heath park the truck at the edge of the cornfield. The sun was going down in front of them, and the sky had gone all neon pinks and purples. She and Heath had been driving around all afternoon, sometimes talking, sometimes not.

  She spent time with him constantly, but it was different lately. She felt it in the way she looked at him. But she wasn’t sure if he felt it.

  Sometimes, he looked at her in a certain way, and she thought maybe he was feeling it too. Like maybe he was seeing her differently as well. But then he’d do something like tickle her or burp really loudly, and it was just like they were kids again, like nothing had changed.

  Heath took the keys out of the ignition and tossed them on the dashboard. He got two cigarettes out of his pack and lit them both. He handed one to Cathy.

  She took it. Heath lit her cigarettes so often that she wasn’t even sure if she knew how to do it herself sometimes. She put in her mouth and took a deep draw.

  This was touching his lips and now it’s touching mine.

  The thought gave her flutters in her stomach.

  “The, uh, sky’s kind of pretty,” said Heath, staring at it.

  “Yeah,” she said. Since when did Heath care about sunsets?

  They were quiet again, sitting in amiable silence, smoking and staring as the sun sank and the sky grew darker and darker.

  All at once, she couldn’t handle the way she felt about him. It was tearing her up inside. It was crushing her. There was only one way to be free of it. She had to tell him.

  She tossed her cigarette out the window of the truck. “I just keep thinking about how it’s always been you and me, Heath. You ever think about that?”

  His face was shadowed, his eyes dark. “Sure. I guess.” He blew smoke at her face, utterly aloof.