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

through

rampage.

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

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

day too.

alone in my room, crying my eyes out. My foot wasn’t

that hurt that day, my heart

I came to terms with the fact that I lost my

mother.

we regarded each other coldly, like we were not

what he asked

I met Grant

wrong dad,’ I

dad in a while too. Always regarded him

my words. There’s a flicker in his

past and the way he looked at

Those years you shared with mom, I was sure

Do you regret

life with her?’

his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and croaked out. “No. I don’t

comes to your mother Meredith.’ He tore his eyes

pain deep within his

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

again. ■

hear the raw emotions playing in his

now that you’re trying to hurt

he loves dearly. You’re trying to tear his family apart. Why

you think this is a good idea? Why

eyes to me. “Don’t you see I’m trying to

and would choose her all over again, but the pain

unbearable. Love

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

bit of it is beautiful. Every single

because of

fell in love with Grant, my father had tried his

into the Muralo’s. But Grant and I

thinks that I

his actions that

lost his wife and then he

and how a dead mind and

someone insane to think any action they take, is really

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