Life As We All Knew It

John took a few deep breaths before he looked at her. "Why... why would you do this?" He asked, his voice shaking as he tried to keep his anger under control.

"I told you! I thought I would look cooler in your car so I took that but when I was driving, I got distracted by some a-hole," Gianna said.

"I know that, but you know better than this!" John exclaimed before taking another deep breath. "Where's the car?"

"Out there," Gianna said and pointed out to the tow yard.

John went over to his car, and almost collapsed. There was a huge dent in the front. The front of the car was destroyed. He looked up at the sky. "Why? What did I do to?" He groaned before looking back at his million dollar, one of three in the world, plated in gold car.

Gianna bit her lip. She really didn't mean to. And now she felt bad. She wished her father were there to hold her.

John sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked back to Gianna. "Look... I'm not mad at you, okay? I just... I wished you asked me to take my car instead of just taking it." He said softly.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I really am," Gianna said as tears pricked her deep green eyes.

John sighed and pulled Gianna into his arms. "It's okay, sweetheart." He said softly, rubbing her back. "Don't cry, it's okay." He cooed softly.

Gianna let a few tears fall down her face before wiping them away. "Can we go home?"

John nodded. "Let's go sweetie." He said. He did all the paper work for his car before he drove home. As they drove, John bit his lip before he glanced at Gianna. "Give me your license." He said quietly.

Gianna looked at him. "What?" she said.

"Give me your license. I can't let you get away with it. And you can go tell Daddy but I really don't care. Now give me your license." John sighed.

"No!" Gianna yelled, scooting closer to the door.

"Gianna, I'm not in the mood for this! Give me your damn license now!" John shouted, getting pissed. John didn't raise his voice with Gianna, ever. But he was pregnant, and Gianna was pushing him to the edge.

"But it's mine!" Gianna cried, clutching it tightly.

"Gianna, you crash my multimillion dollar car! You took what was mine, so I'll take what's yours. You can't get away with everything, no matter what your father says and gives you. Give. Me. Your license. Now!" John snapped, his patience wearing thin.

Gianna whimpered. "Fine!" she yelled, throwing the card at him and getting out, stomping into the house.

John shook his head, stuffing the license in his pocket before rubbing his temples as he walked into the house. He sank down into the couch, his headache pounding in his skull.

Randy was awoken by stomping through the house. And that pissed him off, because he felt like shit. He got up and walked out, seeing Gianna. "Must you be so loud?" he growled at her.

"Mommy took my license away! Make him give it back!" Gianna fumed.

John rolled his eyes as Gianna complained. He knew she'd become a spoiled brat because of the way Randy spoiled her. But Randy didn't wanna listen. And now look where they were.

Randy sighed. "I'll talk to him," he said tiredly. "Go to your room."

Gianna nodded and stomped to her room, slamming the door.

"Brat..." John muttered to himself, rubbing his temples again.

Randy walked downstairs and sat next to John. "Just give it back, John. Neither of us can deal with her attitude right now," he said.

"She wrecked my car. She's spoiled enough and I'm not letting her get away with this. She'll have to deal." John muttered.