Finger Taps

I watched as he tapped his fingers and wondered what my punishment might be.  I knew in the real world my transgressions weren’t too serious, but in the eyes of my father, they were enormous.  All I had wanted was one night out with my friends and here I was, sitting in the back of a police car wondering what had gone wrong. 

Sometimes there were perks of having a father who was with the police, but on nights like tonight, when he kept me in the back of his unmarked car that I started to get worried.  Especially when he was tapping his fingers.  Finger tapping told me how unhappy he really was with me.  Slight punishments came with him just driving me home. 

When he kept me in the back of his car – whether marked or unmarked – I knew I was in for a ride.  I knew the longer he made me wait, the more serious my punishment would be.  If I had only left when I knew I should have, I would have never been caught by the police and my father.  As soon as Caleb had shown up to the party, I knew I should have gone.  He always had an entourage whether they showed up immediately or not.  I had only planned to stay at the house party to see if Isaac showed up.  I knew better and I regretted it as soon as we pulled into my grandmother’s drive. The worst punishment of all.