Well, he had a relapse, and it was a bad one.
I came home from school yesterday and my parents told him to stay outside and that they needed to talk to him. I told my little brother to go downstairs and i'd be down in a second. They got a call he was using opiates. He proceeded to start throwing things, he broke a glass table in the backyard, my dads bike, and a few other miscellaneous items. My dad told him that he needs to be evaluated at a hospital and he said he'd never take a drug test, screamed a few profanities, and then proceeded to fall asleep on the steps in the front of our house. Then my dad (Police officer) starting comparing my eyes to his, his pupils were like the point of a pin. He was obviously under the influence during this whole ordeal and the symptoms for heroin are violence toward loved ones.
He also broke one of my things and im bigger then him so I grabbed him and held him against the wall, my dad told me to let him go and then said not to come back in. We had the police take him to the hospital since he wouldn't go willingly. Doctors evaluated him there, he tested positive, but the kicker is they can't hold him there. He won't sign himself into a rehab and said he would rather be in jail. So my parents yesterday took pictures of everything broken and plan on filing charges with the police.
Everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie. Its not like were in some impoverished inner city area, my parents are both hardworking people who contribute to society. I don't get it.