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

broken glass piercing through my heel one of those mornings after

rampage.

He didn’t even flinch when I cried out in pain, he looked

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

day too.

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

only thing that hurt that day, my heart

day I came to terms with the fact that I lost my father the

mother.

that day, we regarded each other coldly, like we were not father and daughter

he asked and

But of course, I met

wrong dad,’ I

called him dad in a

surprised when he heard my words. There’s a

me of the past and the way he looked at

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

ever been. Do you regret meeting her?

life with her?’

I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed

anything when it comes to your mother Meredith.’ He

deep within his

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

again. ■

heart squeezed. I could hear

you think you’re hurting her now that

a woman who he loves dearly. You’re trying to tear his family

good idea? Why do

to me. “Don’t you see I’m trying

over again, but the pain of losing

unbearable. Love is

of his hand, growing angry now that he was trying to justify

Every bit of

hurting Aiden because of what I had

with Grant, my father had tried his best

Muralo’s. But Grant and I run

he thinks that

he didn’t realize that it was his actions that drove me to do

his wife and then he lost

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

someone insane to think any action they take, is

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