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

of that broken glass piercing through my heel

rampage.

cried out in pain, he

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

day too.

my room, crying my eyes out. My

only thing that hurt that day,

that I lost my

mother.

day, we regarded each other coldly,

did what he asked and

of course, I met

“You’re wrong dad,’

in a while too. Always regarded

surprised when he heard my words. There’s a

past and the way he looked at me before

is beautiful. It’s worth it. Those years you shared

Do you regret meeting

life with her?’

as he swallowed and croaked out. “No. I don’t

when it comes to your mother Meredith.’

deep within

go back I’d do it all over again.” He whispered. “I’d choose her

again. ■

I could hear the raw emotions playing in his

her now that you’re trying to hurt

woman who he loves dearly.

you think this is a good idea? Why do

his eyes to me. “Don’t you see I’m trying to help him Meredith? Yes.

and would choose her all over

Love

growing angry now that he

is beautiful. Every bit of it is beautiful. Every single emotion

because of what I

my father

into the Muralo’s. But Grant and

way, he thinks that I had

that it was his actions that drove me to

lost his wife and then he lost

In a way, I understood his loneliness and how a dead mind and heart

someone insane to think any action

sorry for leaving you the way I did. I’m