Probably this is a one shot. Interpret Characters how you will. Haven't really decided if I want to continue it or leave as is.

He was waiting for me when I snuck in at 3 am, in my room

"Used to do this to your mother, too, but I thought I gave you enough freedom you'd make better decisions," he told me coldly.

I rolled my eyes, and ignored his hard stare while I set my wallet and car keys in their designated spot on my dresser. I took out my earrings next, and watched him through the mirror on top. He just sat there with his fingers steepled on his stomach, relaxed back against the chair in the corner.

Then, quick as a flash, he came across the room and took my keys off the smooth surface.

"Hey! You can't take those!" I exclaimed, and when he raised a single brow at me I raised my identical one right back. "Those are mine."

"And you're my daughter, and I set down rules which you disobeyed. I also bought the car you drive, and because of your irresponsible actions, the car is mine for the foreseeable future."

I rolled my eyes again. If I wanted a way out, I'd find a way out. Besides, he never stayed mad at me for long. He couldn't; not when I was the last link to Mom he really had alive. She was a bounty hunter like Dad used to be, and she was run off the road by a drunk skip of hers last year. I'd been in the car with her and Evan, and all I remembered was hitting the cement wall in a flash of blinding lights and then all the blood pouring from the wound on Mom's head.

I still had nightmares about that.

Even thinking about the accident brought back emotions I couldn't change or suppress, emotions I didn't want to be feeling right then. The loss, the pain, the fear… I still couldn't drive down that road at all, because all I saw was her. The moment that I saw the life leave her eyes. It took Dad too long to get there that time, but even if he had gotten there quickly there wouldn't have been much he could do.

Recalling how he reacted to the accident, I experienced a full body shudder. I'd never seen him that wrecked before. I'd never seen him that emotional, that frantic. Until then, I hadn't realized that he could be frantic. I wish I could go back to the time when I never knew he was capable of that level of emotion – I knew he loved us, I knew it with my whole heart but I had never realized he could express emotions like that in public. Evan had made it to the hospital, but he had died two days later from bleeding on the brain. They hadn't been able to stop it. I couldn't get to him to put pressure on his other injuries, either, because I was completed pinned in my seat. They needed the jaws of life to get me out.
I was all Dad had left. That was why he couldn't stay mad at me for long.

Still, though, when I remembered the accident I remembered why he had his curfew rules. I remembered why I should obey them. But I was too much like Mom to give in that easily. Yes, I was wrong, but I was going to hold onto my mad for a day or so anyway, because I could be just as stubborn as he could be. As she used to be. Dad liked to call it stubborn to the point of stupidity.

"Maggie, after everything that's happened… after losing your brother and your mom… I can't bear to lose you too. I don't mind if you go out. I just want to know who you'll be with, and for you to either call me for a ride home or for you to stay the whole night when you go out like this. Because the last thing I want is some other jackass leaving a bar to cause another accident and lose you too. I came too close to losing all of the people who matter to me in one day. I just… I can't go through that again."

I nodded once sharply, hearing the torment in his voice. I knew what that night cost him, what it cost us. And I didn't want to leave him by himself.

Dad spent too many years by himself as it was, he didn't need to spend any more time lonely and without the love of his family.