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

broken glass piercing through my heel one

rampage.

in pain, he looked

the maid to help me. He didn’t come

day too.

up alone in my room, crying my eyes out. My

that hurt that day,

I came to terms with the fact that

mother.

day, we regarded each other coldly,

all. I did what he asked and made sure

I met

wrong dad,’ I

I hadn’t called him dad in a while too. Always

surprised when he heard my words. There’s a

the way he looked at me before mom

it. Those years you shared with

regret meeting her? Sharing life

life with her?’

his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and croaked out.

it comes to your mother

deep within

it all over again.” He whispered.

again. ■

squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions playing in his

her now that you’re trying to hurt

he loves dearly. You’re trying to tear

think this is a good idea? Why do you

his eyes to me. “Don’t you see

her all over again, but the

Love

angry now that he

beautiful. Every bit of it is beautiful. Every single

because of

Grant, my father had tried

Grant and I run

he thinks that I had abandoned

realize that it was his actions that drove me to do

lost his wife and then he lost his

understood his loneliness and

to think any action

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