You have daddy issues. It seems everyone these days does, but you really do.

It’s not the quirky kind of daddy issues where you’re just in love with older men because your father wasn’t present, it’s the kind where your biggest fear is disappointment. Where one wrong look from a male authority or any authority could cause you to crumble in seconds.

You’re just having one of those days where you need your dad. 10th grade sucks. There’s just too much everything. You’re overwhelmed and can’t focus.

You went to the nurse and lied, saying your stomach was hurting so she called Tony.

Tony isn’t your dad, but he’s the closest thing. When you wanna know about cars, he’s taking you to his car collection to work on whichever one you want, when you need help with homework or boy advice he’s always there, even though he cringes at the later topic. He’ll do it for you.

Tony arrives at the school relatively quickly and signs you out, as soon as you get seated in the passenger seat your crying, you couldn’t stop it even if you tried.

It’s all too much. Its near thanksgiving and all everyone’s taking about is family and what you’re gonna do with your family over the holidays and you have to sit there, smiling and nodding along when deep down you know the holiday will consist of you crying in your room, muffling the cries in your pillow or hand

Tony gets in the drivers seat and notices your tears, he puts his car on self driving mode and wraps an arm around you

“You okay kid?” He asks gently as AC/DC faintly plays on his car speakers