Can You share with me, some of the best story you've ever written. I'll mark brainlist, the one ill like the most

I was just sitting there listening the radio as my step dad mumbled under his breath tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He never has been this irritated in his life. I could see his anger as if it were visible just from his side profile. We've been driving straight for hours its pitch dark all there is open road upon open road. My feet were damp and cold, the uncomfortableness adds to this heavy discomfort in the car. As a kid when I really messed up he never would get this frustrated. I wonder if he knows what I did...no he couldnt its impossible. 20 minutes passed still driving straight foreword. The radio keeps playing the same top 10 songs and the same commercials I've already learned by heart. His hand reached over and turns it off. He starts to say something then stops. "I-I cant believe you and your mother," he says. What what does that mean? What did my mother and I do? I thought.

That's all I have.