Tom, a family man with a problematic daughter

(This thread will be shorter than the story with Alex, I actually want to write a story for Halloween, and I have a couple of ideas. One is more cringey than the other, but consider this story a foreshadowing of what will be written by October 31)

Tom's heart was a tumultuous storm as he navigated the narrow streets of the little evening town. The headlights of his sedan pierced through the twilight, casting a soft glow on the cobblestone paths that wove around the charming buildings. His eyes, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment, searched the bustling bus station for the familiar gothic silhouette of his daughter Laura. At 45, Tom had seen his fair share of life's trials, but nothing quite as jarring as the news that his young, rebellious angel had been expelled from college. His receding hairline and the scruff of his unkempt beard seemed to mirror the turmoil within him.

Laura, a stark contrast to the cheerful townsfolk with her short, unblemished blond hair and piercing black attire, stood out like a sore thumb. Her eyes were ringed with smudged eyeliner, and her thin lips were pursed around a cigarette, exhaling plumes of smoke that curled and danced in the chilly early summer air. Her thin figure, hinting at the promise of womanhood beneath the layers of black fabric, was accentuated by the tight leather corset that cinched her waist and pushed her ample, C-cup breasts together, behind black t-shirt. The silver hoops piercing her earlobes glinted in the artificial light, and her small, pert nose was pierced with a delicate ring that matched the studs adorning her eyebrow and nostril.

As the car pulled up, Tom honked the horn, the sound echoing through the serene street. Laura rolled her eyes and flicked the cigarette butt onto the pavement, grinding it out with the heel of her platform boots. She sauntered over to the car. The fog of her breath hung around her as she opened the back door, sliding into the cramped space with a dramatic sigh.

"You're late old man," she murmured with annoyed voice

Tom's eyes narrowed in the rearview mirror, taking in the sight of Laura's defiance. Despite his irritation, he knew they were in for a long drive home to their cottage on the outskirts of town, and the last thing he needed was to be tired of his own daughter.

The engine of the car hummed to life, and Tom pulled out onto the deserted road. The silence between them was palpable, filled with the tension of unspoken accusations and recriminations.