Jefferson wants his sweet baby. Not this devil you’ve become.

He understands the puberty hormones just fine, but you’re out of control. Worse than Uncle Aaron.

He was instantly hands-on about the problem, but your newly found disrespect and cruelty drove him away immediately.

“What can I do for you? Please.” Jefferson asks, desperate as he stands in the middle of the living room.

Coming home with new piercings, tattoos, stolen clothes and money and jewelry, he just can’t take it anymore.