Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

Now you're shrugging physically or in your head because you don't give a fuck anymore and I'm beginning to disturb you a lot and make you uncomfortable so you're acting like you don't care. I haven't done any of those in a while though, specifically since my birthday. I've been completely sober since the day of my last birthday; the day I met River. I was even thinking of stopping because we're all aware of what happened the last time I overdosed; I got really high and had a one nightstand that may or may not have led to two deaths. I met some amazing people on the way though.

“I do want to, but there is no point in talking about when you are drunk, love, you will not remember,” “Yes, I will,” he stated firmly. I don’t know if he would, but I have a feeling he won’t get off the phone until I give him an answer. “Then OK, yes, I will move in with you, but we can talk more about it when you are sober,” “Yay! I will call you first thing, and you will see I mean it, even though I am drunk,” “OK. Now make sure you drink plenty of water and get some sleep, OK?”

The cracking voice buried deep in my neck made me scoff delicately, and I continued threading my fingers through her soft white blonde hair as I interjected. "Listen to me, Sawyer; You are worth something. You're charismatic...you're hilarious, you're beautiful...I'd like nothing more than to have sex with you, but that's not what you need right now...okay? I'll leave my business card on the counter. If you decide you want to keep seeing me, when you're sober and in your right mind, give me a call...until then, just take it easy. I don't want a single thing from you, other than for you to just get some sleep...that's all."

His words echoed in my mind, demanding to be heard. "You can't keep running back whenever life gets hard," Aiden's voice echoed in my head. "Face your demons, and get sober. You have such a bright future in front of you, and you're throwing it away for what? Dope and drugs because you feel that you're not worthy of a great life?" The harshness of his words cut through me like a knife. How could he understand what I was going through? The pain, the guilt, the emptiness that I tried to fill with substances. It was my escape from a reality that I felt responsible for.

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up. “You’ve offended somebody you shouldn’t have. That person has sent me to torment you.” Before I could say anything, I was tossed back into the water. It happened many times. Every time I felt like I was about to drown, I was lifted out of the water. Finally, I was left on the ground as my tormentor made a phone call. “It’s done, boss.” I could hear Connor on the other end of the line. “Leave immediately. I’ll deal with the rest of it.”

Nothing to worry about. As we sat on a tree stump, Justin and I talked about nothing in particular for most of the afternoon. "So what do you think is going to happen tomorrow?" Justin asked about it. "Can you tell me what it is?" I'm speechless. "I've been sober for 100 days." "Shut up, Justin. That is incredible! "I'm delighted for you," I told him. —Me too.— Justin's lips were on mine as I moved closer. "I'm really happy for you," I told him. "That's huge."

Her soft whimpers as I played with her clit. “You're so hard, baby.” Their voices tug me from my reverie and my cock slowly turns limb. “Let us fix it,” They pull me into a room and take off my shirt. One of them reaches for my cock and I hold off her hand. “I'll watch.” “Whatever you want, baby.” They end up feeding my eyes and like before, my cock doesn't respond, not even once. I finish the second bottle and head out with a slight headache. I open my phone and dial the number I would've never called if I'd been sober.

“Don’t tell me. I need to eat, shower, and sleep for a week straight before you tell me what I have to do next.” I needed to call Emma and Mia, too. They would believe me. They had to. Someone called me again, and I tossed my phone to Heather. I wasn’t sober enough to have a professional talk, or drunk enough to nod through it. “It says Mom.” I snatched it from her hand and picked up the phone. You never miss your mother’s call. Even if you are on a casting call, in the loo, or death row. “Mom!” I said with fake excitement. My own beaming voice made my headache worse. “How are you? Why’d you call?”

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.