I take that back

Yesterday my dad and I got in a fight. Well, not really a fight. It was just him yelling at me for no reason really. Obviously, I'm ashamed of his driving. He screamed at me yesterday afternoon and is still mad at me to this exact second.

So yesterday someone pissed him off in my school's parking lot, and he followed them home. I was a little scared. He would go really fast and stop right before he crashed into the back of their car. It was really scary, so I didn't say anything while he was doing this. I just sat there and looked out the window. So, we followed this car for a good while before we went home.

"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I kind of trailed off and turned to look at him.
He stared back at me, "You aren't talking much."
"Well, yeah." I looked at the car in front of us, we were still behind them. "I just don't see why you're mad at this guy." I said finally.
So he explained that this dude was flicking other people off in the school parking lot. Other people. Not us, other people.
"Oh." I said while dropping the subject. It was awkward to talk about, and I didn't know what else to say.

So we get home, and he doesn't get out of the car. Usually when we come home he comes inside to get something to eat. Well, not yesterday. He just sat there staring straight ahead. I got out of the car, and he peeled out of the driveway. I thought that was the end of it, but then he came back in the house.
"MELISSA!" he screamed for me.
I walk back down the stairs, "Yeah?" I reply.
This is where you insert cuss words and his long speech about me not having the right to be embarrassed with his driving. He also trie to threaten me with 'my car'. I had to laugh at this one.

First of all, he is threatening me with a car. His exact words, "You can forget about your car!"
My car?! No! Not my car, Daddy! I love my car! I can't live witho-
Oh wait, hah. I DON'T have one! I don't even have my permit! Try using a threat that would work. Example; my phone or computer. But my car? Dude, I'm not even 16 yet.

Second of all, he said that I don't have a right to be ashamed of him. Well, really I'm not ashamed. I just don't know what to do or say when he gets like this. It's not that I'm ashamed, but more so that I'm scared I guess. Anyways, he said that I don't have a right. Really? Because I'm pretty sure that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Just because I can think for myself now doesn't mean that I'm wrong for thinking differently than you. That's what irks me. I'm not his five year old daughter anymore. I can think for myself, and I have my own thoughts about things. He can't make all my decisions for me, and I think he needs to realize that. I'm fifteen.

So, today when I was walking outside I was hoping that someone else was picking me up from school. Maybe my mom or sister, anyone but my dad. I checked my phone, and I noticed that I had a text message from my sister.
"YES!" I yelled. Her text said that she was picking me up today. Thank you, Baby Jesus.
I felt like saying 'You're welcome' to all the cars I passed. They wouldn't have to feel the wrath of my dad's awful road rage. Keeping the streets of Tennessee 'crazy-white-men' safe. You are welcome, people of Nashville.