Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

“In other words, I'm not running away from my parents and I'm not really hiding from anyone. At the moment, my residence in New York City is not a safe place for me. —Why ?— Justin quickly looked away, as he usually does when trying to get away from something. He took a deep breath and looked at the wall for a moment before continuing. To further reassure her, I grabbed her knee even more. There's no need to worry about that, Justin. Due to the fact that I have been sober for some time. Justin said he couldn't hear her because her voice was so weak, but I clearly heard her message. "I've been clean and sober for about a hundred days." “Justin, you've outdone yourself. Something to be proud o

An intruder in my own damn house, while Mr Cock and Balls on my Egyptian cotton sheet is comfortably resting. There are no missed calls, just a stream of messages from the girls. 'What a brilliant night.’ 'Babe how trashed am I?' 'Call me.’ 'We need to do this more often.’ - looking at my bathroom door, remembering what is on the other side, I clearly don’t need to do this more often. Hell, maybe I need to join Alcoholics Anonymous or a convent would be a good idea. I unlock my phone and call Laura. "Uhhh" is all I’m greeted with.

This is why you should always put your phone on airplane mode in the night. I looked at the caller ID to see that it was Brian again. I grinded my teeth in frustration. Of all the fucked up people in this world to call me, it had to be the fu****. "What do you want?" I asked with anger in my voice. I had zero tolerance for the bag of shit. "Chill, would you? You don't want to end up in another court ordered anger management class again, do you?" He asked with mischief. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smiling. Stupid SOB.

he insisted. “Is there someone with you?” “Yes, my d*mn crazy friend is with me.” “Please go home now. If you feel up to it, send me a message once you’re safely home. I’ll end the call now.” “Let’s talk?” “Yes, we’ll talk tomorrow. Bye.” “Bye, Sofi.” I ended his call. This was the first time I received a drunk call from him.

She explained nonchalantly. By the way, has Alicia called you? She asked "No, she hasn't" He replied. "No wonder you are this cranky" she mumbled quietly. "You said what?" He asked not hearing her clearly. "It's nothing, I was talking to myself. Don’t worry she will call you before the day ends and if she doesn't, you have to man up and call her. Being drunk is not a crime, you didn't kill anyone. I will call you when I get home, I am driving" She said about to shut down the mind-link.

When I see him, I immediately pull my phone out of my pocket and fumble my fingers to call Slim. After an agonizing two rings, he picks up. “What’s up, man?” Slim says on the other line. “I need the Narcan, NOW!” I say in panic. “Where to?” Slim asks in a now serious tone. “The penthouse.”

TEN HOURS AGO Labrinth was my temporary remedy to the grief that had overshadowed me -so i boomed one of his beats as i swiftly jogged back and forth the corners of the park in a sleeveless and a lazy pair of joggers. I adjusted my airpods as i halted for a second to catch my breath. I pulled out the bottle of water in the bag i had kept on a nearby bench before taking my phone from my pocket to change the song that played. And then I saw the missed calls and a message from Aal, who not only had not stopped apologizing for betraying but constantly insisted that we speak. She made it clear of her doubts of my sobriety from drugs especially during these times that i grieved

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of guilt and frustration. I placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him support and understanding. "I know, Zach. But our pack needs you to be the strong and unwavering beta that you are, not lost to the shadows." Without a word we started on our journey back to the packhouse. As we were walking, I felt a vibration in my pocket. Pulling out my phone, I saw the name of the alpha I least expected to hear from. It was Alpha Heath, "fucking greasy alpha," I mumbled before answering the call, earning a smirk form Zach.

If she broke her sobriety… What if that text was a call for help? “Heeey, babe,” a voice slurs by my ear. Aaron? “Aaron, what are you doing here?” I ask. “Don’t worry about it. I’m with the boys,” he smiles, as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Oh, the boys,” I mutter dismissively. I hope that I didn’t act like this when I was drunk at Josh’s. Suddenly, a familiar brown head pops up out of the water. “Sophie!” I call.