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

that broken glass piercing through my heel one of those mornings

rampage.

flinch when I cried out in pain, he looked at me dead

the maid to

day too.

had me stay up alone in my room,

that hurt that day, my

I came to terms with the fact that I lost

mother.

that day, we regarded each other coldly,

asked and made sure to not upset

But of course, I met Grant and everything

wrong dad,’ I

a while too. Always regarded him

when he heard my words. There’s a flicker

past and the way he looked at me before mom passed

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

happiest you’ve ever been. Do you regret meeting her?

life with her?’

apple bob as he swallowed and croaked out. “No.

to your mother

deep within

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

again. ■

My heart squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions

you’re hurting her now that you’re trying to

loves dearly.

is a good idea? Why do you

“Don’t you see I’m

would choose her all over again, but the pain of losing her

unbearable. Love

let go of his hand, growing angry now that he was trying to justify his absurd

is beautiful. Every bit of

because of what I

When I fell in love with Grant, my father had tried his best to change my

Grant and I run away and never turned back. In

he thinks that I had abandoned

his actions that drove me to do such a

his wife and then

and how a dead mind and heart can

action they take, is

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