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

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

day too.

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

only thing that hurt that day, my

terms with the fact that I lost my

mother.

coldly, like we were not father and daughter

I did what he asked and made sure to

I met Grant

wrong

dad in a while too. Always

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

past and the way he looked

years you shared with mom, I was

you regret meeting her? Sharing

life with her?’

he swallowed and croaked out. “No.

when it comes to your mother Meredith.’ He tore

pain deep

’If I had to go back I’d do it all over

again. ■

My heart squeezed. I could hear the raw

her now that you’re trying to hurt her grandson dad?

dearly. You’re trying to tear his

a good idea? Why

you see I’m trying

would choose her all over again,

unbearable. Love is

now that he was trying

bit of it is beautiful. Every single emotion

because of what I

Grant, my father had tried his best to change my mind

Grant and I run

he thinks that I

his actions that drove me to do such a

wife and then he

way, I understood his loneliness and how a

any action they take,

sorry