Well....I feel your pain....believe you me I do....I wrecked my STANG on August 8th. Now THAT sucked...Damages came out to be about $8000, but they valued my car from $22,500-27,500 (US), so they did not total it.We figured that we should try all we can to come out even or maybe ahead. So we purchased a '69 fastback for $3000. But half that we have gotten back out of it by selling extra parts off of it we don't need.
My advice to you is the same that everyone else gave you. Take it like a man. Admit you are wrong. Listen to your parents about it, and do exactly what they want you to do. If they make you pay for a lot of the damages, do it. If they take your license away, so be it. Don't complain about anything. More than likely a little while down the road they will forgive you and everything will return to normal.
Parents are cooler than you think...so just deal with them being pissed for a while, they definitely cool down. I'm glad it turned out that your dad wasn't as mad as you thought he would be. That's always a plus.
My dad was very irate when he first showed up. He was very responsible for himself though. He didn't jump my *** in front of the crowd that had formed, he waited until it was just him, me, and the cop. The cop was a real prick. I felt like punching him in his fat head, but I didn't. I was nice to him and listened to him.
My dad cooled down pretty quick. The only thing he was pissed about, and is still to this day, is that me, along with the other 2 guys I had with me, were not wearing our seatbelts. I haven't not worn my seatbelt since.
It was very scary **** to see my car on its top. I tipped it over from hitting about a 20 inch incline sideways. I was going about 30, tires started spinning, whipped the *** end out and hit the curb directly sideways. Just tipped onto it's top. SCARY. The only injury out of it was the guy in the passenger seat cut his hand and got 17 stitches....he has a pretty cool scar now!
I know this sucks for you. I cried the hardest I have ever cried once I got home and it hit me later that day. Everytime I walked out in my garage it scared the **** out of me. I was so happy finally when we got rid of it. That was a relief.
Luckily I have a great girlfriend who helped me a lot. I have great friends who were very cool about it. And being in football at the time was perfect. I feel sorry for some of the guys I hit on the scout team though. I took my frustrations out on them a lot of the time. Averaged about 2 or 3 snot rockets a day....hehe....those are the coolest....
Good luck. I wish you the best.