My older brother started getting into some heavier drugs around 6 months ago. We were used to seeing him high on weed or drunk, but suddenly things became worse. I ended up finding a rig in his dresser, looking as if it had been used.
Then things started going missing. A new pack of batteries, an old timex watch that I had, cd's, dvd's and a couple of playstation games. We figure he was taking stuff and selling it to get his fix.
We were sorta ignoring his behaviour and his stealing, hoping that it would just go away.
Then my great-geat grandfathers ring went missing and the shit hit the fan so to speak. The ring was in the family for years and it meant a lot to my mom. We asked him about it, he denied, and we ended up throwing him out of the house. A few weeks later he got arrested for posession of drugs. Since it wasn't his first experience with the police, he ended up going to jail. he's been there ever since.
He has never fessed up about the ring. We all knew he took it, we just need him to admit it. We can't tell the rest of the family about it, because of our "status" in the community. We're considered "high-society" around here and it would a huge scandal if we told people that we have a junkie in the family.
We just want the ring back. We could start to forgive if he just gave it back!
Name withheld upon request
Somewhere in NY
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You are full of shit lil bro
You keep telling me that you've quit using. Yet youre high whenever you bother to make it home.
You keep telling mom and dad that your fine. Yet you totally aren't
You keep stealing shit from our house. Then lie about it.
You keep taking money from moms purse. I've seen you
You've even taken pills from dad's medicine cabnet, and you know he needs them and are expensive.
You keep taking and taking and taking.
I ain't "taking" it anymore.
The next time you do something wrong, I'm calling the police. You so much as blink too many times, I am gonna put some shit in your room, then call the coppers and tell them what's up. Then maybe they'll lock your ass up, so you can get some help.
Enjoy your high while it lasts lil bro. The end of the line is amost near.
Your loving sister
San Diego, California
You keep telling mom and dad that your fine. Yet you totally aren't
You keep stealing shit from our house. Then lie about it.
You keep taking money from moms purse. I've seen you
You've even taken pills from dad's medicine cabnet, and you know he needs them and are expensive.
You keep taking and taking and taking.
I ain't "taking" it anymore.
The next time you do something wrong, I'm calling the police. You so much as blink too many times, I am gonna put some shit in your room, then call the coppers and tell them what's up. Then maybe they'll lock your ass up, so you can get some help.
Enjoy your high while it lasts lil bro. The end of the line is amost near.
Your loving sister
San Diego, California
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