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

feeling of that broken glass piercing through my heel

rampage.

when I cried out in pain, he looked at me

told the maid to help me. He didn’t come to

day too.

had me stay up alone in my room, crying

that day, my heart

to terms with the fact that I

mother.

day, we regarded each other coldly, like we were not father

all. I did what he asked and made sure to not

of course, I

“You’re wrong dad,’

in a while too. Always

when he heard my words. There’s a flicker in

and the way he looked at me before

it. Those years you shared with mom, I

been. Do you regret meeting her?

life with her?’

I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and

anything when it comes to your mother Meredith.’ He tore his eyes

pain deep within his

to go back I’d do it

again. ■

could hear the raw emotions playing in his

now that you’re trying to hurt

he loves dearly. You’re

is a good idea? Why

see I’m trying

all over again, but the pain

unbearable. Love

I let go of his hand, growing angry now that he

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

because of what I

my father had

Grant and I run

way, he thinks that I had

his actions that drove me

lost his wife and

and how a dead mind and heart

any action they take, is

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