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

rampage.

in pain, he looked at me dead in the

soulless eyes, and told the maid to help me. He didn’t come to

day too.

in my room, crying my eyes out.

that hurt that

I came to terms with the fact that I lost my father the same

mother.

coldly, like

I did what he asked and

of course, I met Grant and everything

“You’re wrong dad,’

hadn’t called him dad in a while too.

when he heard my words. There’s a

that reminded me of the past and the way he looked

is beautiful. It’s worth it. Those years

been. Do you regret meeting her? Sharing life with her?

life with her?’

as he swallowed and croaked out. “No. I

mother Meredith.’ He tore his

deep within

I had to go back I’d do it all

again. ■

squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions playing in

her now that you’re trying to hurt her

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

good idea? Why do you want to

“Don’t you see I’m trying to help him Meredith?

all over again, but the pain of losing

Love is

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

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

Aiden because

When I fell in love with Grant, my father

Muralo’s. But Grant and I run away and never turned back. In

thinks that

he didn’t realize that it was his actions that drove me to do

his wife and

and how a dead

think any action they take, is really for the

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