He stopped the car and said, "You're 15, Darcy, and growing up quickly. It's time you face the fears of life. I'm going to let you out here, drive a few miles down the road, and wait for you."
"But this is the scariest part of the park."
"I know. I'll wait for you up ahead."
She got out of the car, watched the taillights dwindling in the darkness.
"I hate you, Dad," she said, trembling, tears streaming down her face. "And someday, somehow I'll get even!"