A few weeks ago you’ll have seen me post that my nephew was coming to stay with me and Mel in the hope that we could get him off heroin and then he was going to have an implant placed inside him that would hopefully prevent him from using heroin again for at least a year and then hopefully he could start a new life in Manchester afresh, well he seemed to settle in over here ok, he was away from all the dealers who sold him gear, he was amongst my friends who treated him like they’d treat any of my friends i.e. with respect and honesty, we took him out for a drinks, meals the odd night out . . . in fact we did everything that we possibly could to help him, even if it meant me and Mel argued about things we still made sure he was made welcome.

Then on Wednesday of this week me and Mel came home and Alan wasn’t here, we presumed he’d gone for a bike ride again, that was until we received a call from his mum saying he’d rang her reverse charges from Piccadilly train station, saying he’d gone into Manchester for the day and had no idea how to get back to our house which was plausible, we believed him, though my sister had a nagging doubt that he’d maybe got on a train to Hull to score some heroin and had got himself a return ticket. . . .  me I gave him the benefit of the doubt, though I began to suspect as well as that evening he came downstairs looking a little fucked to say the least, but just presumed he was tired from wondering round the center of Manchester for 4hr lost, again I let this pass, but decided that on Saturday I’d take him to his bank to draw out his money and get him to get a bank statement for the last month to see how much money he’d taken out and then we could see if he’d withdrawn enough to get a train ticket, but as per usual he had it all worked out, he went in and told me when he came out they were going to send him one in the post, so it would be 4-5 days before we could check his statement, again I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Now I’ve finally found out he’s been lying to me and Mel all along, I found him out when he asked to use my computer today, after he’d finished on it he left the browser he’d been using open, not realising that he’d also left the history of all the sites he’d visited while he’d been here, so I took a look at the history and guess what, he’d been looking at the National Rail Time Tables on Tuesday and Wednesday the day we picked him up from Piccadilly and to top it all it showed he’d been looking at the timetable for trains to Hull and back, so I confronted him and he still denied it, told me he’d been looking the week before, but I knew he hadn’t as it showed the date he’d looked, I told him this and he still denied it, eventually I told him I was going to search his belonging’s and started to do so, within a few minutes he was upstairs trying to talk to me, to distract me, so I sent him back downstairs and carried on, again he came upstairs saying he wanted to talk again, this time I sent him downstairs and told him that if he came upstairs again I’d belt him, he went downstairs and I carried on searching and found 5 syringes, 2 of the had been used, so again I confronted him and he still denied it, he stopped denying it after I dragged him of the sofa and was about to belt him with my fist, then he told me he’d lied to me, that he had got a train to Hull, that he had scored some heroin and that he did it because he wanted one last fix before he got the implant . . .  what is going on in his head that he has to have heroin after he’s been off it for 4 weeks.

So my nephew has lied to me and used heroin in my house, he’s also used up his last chance with me . .  now I’ve just got to decide what I’m going to do with him next, my sister (his mum) has agreed that we want nothing (as a family) to do with him again, he’s lied, stolen, broken hearts of every member of our family in the last 4 yrs and now if he wants to carry on sinking to rock bottom we aren’t going to stop him, he’s used up every chance he’s we’ve given him

Right now I just want to go downstairs and beat the living shit out of him, but instead I’ve decided to write down here whats gone on in the hope that it will calm me down and help me decide what to do next