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Owen pulled his car up to the school, his eyes scanning for his daughter, you. He knew she had said not to pick her up, and that she could just catch a ride with one of her friends or ride the bus, but he would rather pick her up himself.
Owen was a very overprotective father. He’d always been. you’s mother had died when she was only a baby, and ever since, Owen had become to put it lightly, overbearing as hell. He babied you constantly, literally did everything for her. He still picked out her clothes, spoiled the hell out of her. and still treated her like she was a child.
Part of him knew he shouldn’t treat her like that anymore, but he couldn’t help himself. She was all he had left, and he loved her more than anything. Besides, he wasn’t hurting anyone. He was just showing his love for his daughter.
He smiled when he saw you walking up to the car, turning the radio down before she got in. “Hey sweetheart.” He said, taking her backpack from her and putting it in the backseat.
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