@justa-teacup continued from here.
He didn’t understand how two people could procreate and not give two shits about their offspring afterwards.
He had spent his entire life forcing himself to be the star child, to do good and be better, and to do better than anyone ever expected of him.He was the star of his school's show choir and had received a full ride to a school on the other side of the country.
It just wasn’t enough to make him feel whole or good about himself for more than the few minutes he was on stage performing.
The second graduation came around he had been gone to LA and starting his new life at UCLA. Of course extraordinary circumstances had caused him to leave the school to go home, but for that little bit of time he was finally feeling normal. Things weren’t actually normal though, nothing had actually changed. Especially with his little sister at home getting the same treatment, or lack thereof.
He was sick of it all. Sick of his parents coming and going as they pleased and expecting the two of them to be okay with it. Sure he actually didn’t give a fuck about them or what they did, but their was still a child in the house. A child that he didn’t want to grow up too soon like he had. She didn’t need to be worrying about the things that he did, nor did she need to feel as shitty as he did.
He refused to let her feel that way.
So when their parents were about the leave again, barely uttering a words he knew he had to say something. That something had to change.
“You’re not going to take care of your daughter, so I will.” Jesse said sternly. “Sign some papers and I’ll be her guardian. Prove once and for al that we don’t need you.”