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

piercing through

rampage.

cried out in pain, he looked at

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

day too.

my

that day,

to terms with the fact that I lost my

mother.

coldly, like we were not

I did what he asked and made sure to not

I met Grant and everything

“You’re wrong dad,’ I

in a while too.

when he heard my words.

past and the way he

Those years you shared

happiest you’ve ever been. Do you regret meeting her? Sharing life

life with her?’

as he swallowed and croaked out. “No.

mother Meredith.’ He tore his

deep within his

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

again. ■

hear the

her now that you’re trying to hurt

loves dearly. You’re trying to tear

is a good idea? Why

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

your mother and would choose her all over again,

unbearable. Love

let go of his hand, growing angry now that

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

beautiful. Stop hurting Aiden because of what

Grant, my father had tried

the Muralo’s. But Grant and

way, he thinks that I

was his actions that drove me to

lost his wife and then he lost his

I understood his loneliness and how a dead mind and heart can

any action they take, is really

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