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

glass piercing through my heel one of

rampage.

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

eyes, and told the maid to help

day too.

alone in my room, crying my eyes out. My

that hurt that day, my heart

That day I came to terms with the fact that

mother.

we regarded each other coldly, like we were not father and daughter

he asked

of course, I met Grant and everything

wrong

dad in a while too. Always regarded him

heard my words. There’s a flicker in his gaze, a

me of the past and the way he looked at me before

Those years

you regret meeting her? Sharing life with her?

life with her?’

as he swallowed and croaked out. “No. I

mother Meredith.’ He tore

deep within his

go back I’d do it all

again. ■

I could hear the raw

hurting her now that you’re

who he loves dearly. You’re trying to

is a good idea? Why do you want to hurt

see I’m trying to help him Meredith? Yes. I

her all over again, but

unbearable. Love is

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

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

because of what I

Grant, my father had

Muralo’s. But Grant and I run

way, he thinks that

his

and then he

and how a dead mind and heart can really

think any action they take, is really

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