More Turmoil

I started trying to get my blog post done about some samples I had received and my son came home to start things with me again. According to him, I started an argument with him. He stayed the night with a friend and I got to hear from the friend's dad how disrespectful my son was to him and a couple others over the course of the weekend.

My son was already in trouble for getting ISS at school for profanity and jumping around in the lunchroom. I let him stay the night there so we'd have a night of peace. It was supposed to be one night.

After he gets back home he apparently takes a dog from a neighbors yard that our other boy claims even though we told him no to having another dog here. So this one yells at me about the dog and slams my door. Then he takes off again. I keep hearing that he's smoking cigarettes when away from the house. The neighbor who has the dog tells the boys she is going to call the cops because it was removed from their yard. So the 16 year old (the one who the dog supposedly belongs to even though we said no) is yelling at me about how it's the other one's fault and starts going into the woods even though I said to go to his room; and the 14 year old (the one I'm always having problems with)  tells him to shut up or he's going to hurt him. The 16 year old picks up a stick and the 14 year old picks up a brick. My mother in law and I call the cops.

The cops come and of course want to talk to my son away from everyone because his violence is somehow okay. I'm so tired of it being okay because of his age and whatever stories he wants to come up with. Everything is everyone else's fault. He'll go as far as to tell people we hit him when currently he has us pretty much scared of what he'll do. It is not okay. This is what he has done to our house:

Today's hole is the one by the closet door

This is what he did to the thing I gave him for a dresser since we couldn't afford a better one.

And here come the older things he has done to the house. All within the passed year.

Right next to his bedroom door.

The other side of the hallway

When he shoved me into a bookcase

2nd photo of when he shoved me into a bookcase

The photos of me are before October 2015. He knows he has me scared and he knows it bothers me when he tears up my home. On Christmas 2015 he busted the remote control car I had bought him as a present because a wheel fell off it. That was a better idea than letting my fiance try to fix it I guess. I have tried to teach him the right way to behave and act. All I can figure is that I'm not hard enough on him with all of this. I don't know what to do to help him any longer. I am tired of worrying about whether he'll hurt his little sisters like he has done to every other person.