The Girl He Craves

Meredith’s pov

He hauled in a shaky breath, his eyes swimming with sadness. I had hit him with the

past, something that could potentially bring out the man he once was.

’She’s dead.” He whispered, pushing the photo away. “The dead can’t speak.'”

I blinked in sadness, pitying the man he is now today. “But they can still see and hear.

If mom was here, she’d smack you upside your head and then nurse your wounds.”

He clenched his fists, turning away from me completely.” Is this why you came here?

To remind me of why I’m actually doing what I’m doing? Look at me, Meredith.” His

eyes snapped up to mine suddenly and I had to take in a very sharp inhale as

emotions swam through the windows of his soul.

Father was in more pain than I realized.

’I’m a shell of a man because of her. I can love no other, I have a permanent hole in

my heart because of her. Love is selfish Meredith, the pain is unbearable. I tried to

save you from it too,” He looked over my shoulder at Grant.

He continued. “But I was too late. I need to save my grandson before it’s too late.”

I shook my head, reaching out for him. My heart ached for my father. A man who once

believed love was the answer to everything now made love his enemy. It was painful

and tormenting to watch him become this person.

When my fingers touched his hand, he flinched. His eyes swept to mine in shock. I

don’t remember the last time I held my father’s hand or the last time I voluntarily stood

this close to him.

After mom died, our father-daughter relationship was swept up and tom into shreds.

He would come home late from work, smell of booze, and trash the entire place.

I can recall listening to a few bottles shattering on the wall. I can even remember the

of that broken glass piercing through my heel one of those mornings after

rampage.

He didn’t even flinch when I cried out in pain, he looked at me dead

his soulless eyes, and told the maid to help me.

day too.

my room, crying my eyes

hurt that day, my heart was

to terms with the fact that I lost my

mother.

regarded each other coldly, like we

he asked and made sure

I met Grant

“You’re wrong dad,’ I

I hadn’t called him dad in a

when he heard my words. There’s

and the way he looked at me before mom

’Love is beautiful. It’s worth it. Those years you shared with mom, I

been. Do you regret meeting her? Sharing life with

life with her?’

bob as he swallowed and croaked

to your mother Meredith.’ He tore his

pain deep within his

go back I’d do it all over again.” He whispered. “I’d choose her all

again. ■

heart squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions playing

her now that you’re trying to

has a son, a woman who he loves dearly. You’re trying to tear his family

this is a good idea? Why

see I’m trying

would choose her all over again,

unbearable. Love is

go of his hand, growing angry now

thinking. “Love is beautiful. Every bit of it is beautiful. Every single emotion

Stop hurting Aiden because of what I

fell in love with Grant, my father had

could marry into the Muralo’s. But Grant and I run away

thinks that I had abandoned

didn’t realize that it was his actions that drove

lost his wife and then

loneliness and how a dead mind and heart can really

action they take, is really for the

my vision as I cracked. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did.