Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

As a person with strong alcohol tolerance, I could feel myself slowly losing the grip of my own reality and drowning in the make-believe of alcohol. I quickly downed the entire shot, sliding the glass over to the bartender. “More.” I muttered with my head falling on my arm stretched over the table Suddenly my phone rang. I fumbled out my phone from my bag, my eyes falling on its screen immediately. Valerie's caller ID danced across the top. “Must you call me every fucking time? I am trying to have my peace of mind but you keep it ruining it! Argh!!.” I straightened up myself and cleared my voice before I answered the call.

One month sober, and suddenly my brain would not stop reminding me how easy it would be to open the drawer, pour a drink, sniff something stronger, and quiet everything down. I sat at the edge of the bed, breathing through the craving. Franklin would know, and that alone stopped me from opening the drawer. I shoved myself off the bed. Staying inside the house felt unbearable. I changed into running clothes, grabbed my headset, and stepped outside. While connecting my headset to my phone, I noticed an unread message from Matthias. I almost ignored it immediately. Usually, anything from my irritable cousin involved some insult about Cameron or, more recently, my failed engagement.

Call me when you are sober. I read it twice, then sighed softly. The message had came in around 1am. Carol had no idea how the night had truly ended. She didn’t know that troublesome was the wrong word entirely, or that pressure hadn’t been the problem. She didn’t know that I had wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, or that I had been the one who tipped everything over the edge. ‘I’m fine,’ I typed back after a moment. ‘I’ll call later.’

so most ppl thought I was a freak or uptight. After reading the text she said “Well it will be way different this time, you have me, and I'm sure you will make lots of friends especially when your able to mind link with anyone from the pack. Its way better then phones. We don’t have dead zones and our service never gets dropped.” She was laughing at her joke. But it was true I could not wait to be able to talk with anyone I wanted, well within our pack. It been only Jacob for so long. I hope he does not think I won’t need him anymore because I do.

"Fine. You want to be stupid and act like this for no f*cking reason, Go ahead Brooks. Drink yourself to death. You win. I'm done trying to make you see what I see in you. Until you actually grow the f*ck up, Don't call me again Brooks. Don't stop by my window at night and Don't have Jonah check up on me. I thought maybe just maybe I was getting through to you and bringing the good side of you out but obviously, I was wrong. Enjoy the miserable life you are creating for yourself Brooks. In the end, you will regret it." Right before she hung up I could hear her sobbing.I dropped my phone and yelled F*CK! And threw the bottle of Jack on the floor and it shattered. I picked my phone back up and

I walked straight to my reserve place which is at the extreme corner of the bar where no one will see me but I will see them Immediately I was serve and about to start drinking my phone rings which I take a glance look at it "oh shit not again" I said before picking up the call "Hello grandma" I said putting the phone on speaker serving myself "Get your ass out of that bar right now and meet me at home in a jiffy" she said and hung up the phone before I could have time to protest. Having no other option I walked out leaving my beer untouched which the driver is already waiting for me at the parking space

"At school or at work, I don't care where. Just bring them. Okay?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted in bed. "Okay." The line went dead. He had ended the call, leaving me staring at my phone in disbelief. It was the first time in days he had reached out to me—and he had been completely sober.

“I don’t know. Confront her? Walk away? Everything is coming apart and I’m just … tired.” “Hey, brother,” Derrick said, patting my shoulder strangely. “You’ve been through worse. She’ll come around. You might try talking to her when you are sober next. Let’s see what Kael’s angle is, we can get further into him, right? You’re not alone in this.” I heard his voice drift as sleep swept over me, the bourbon dragging me under. With a sigh and my eyes closed I let the bottle fall to the floor. We slipped as we fell asleep blowing away words.

What am I going to say when they ask about me? Right now , there was no one I could trust with this issues except the one. Echo Belle Johnson. Where’s my phone? Where’s my fucking phone? I was turning more agitated and mad with the passage of time. The drug was taking all over me and I was being uncontrolled. With my stumbling feet, I reached out to grab my phone and called her. “Belle… Belle… I want you to be here,” I said and then cut off the phone and I fell on the bed. I was asleep after that. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to be in conscious mind but I couldn’t help but be sleepy.