Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

"It's 10 AM and you're drunk, how could you be this stupid mom, after everything I've done to get you sober!" I start feeling like answering the call might've been a mistake, whenever she calls it's nothing good, and now she's drunk, again. After all, I've done... the money... everything, and she's still doing the same shit she always did. "I don't want you to call me anymore, I can't keep doing this mom." Her hoarse laugh invades my ears as the sound of a glass smashing hits the floor from her side of the call. "Oh come off it Leo, I'm celebrating!"

Afterward, she needed to come straight home, regardless of what her mate would think. When we were together and had our own family, we would tackle the problem as a couple. But one thing was sure, my child had to be born and grow up in my home. Suddenly I didn't feel like getting drunk anymore. What if Becca called me while I was passed out! No, I decided to stay sober starting today as I awaited my next meeting with my wife. I pushed aside the whiskey. "Bartender, I'd like a Carambola juice with ice," I requested. He gave me an odd look but complied without question.

Whеn уоu’rе not wоrkіng thе ѕtrееtѕ іt’ѕ easy tо gеt lаzу, but I hаvеn’t. Mу phone screen lights uр whеn іt hаѕ enough роwеr. I have ѕоmе mіѕѕеd calls from Cаrrіе. Without lіѕtеnіng tо thе mеѕѕаgеѕ I call hеr bасk. “Hеу, hоw’ѕ it gоіng?” “Blаkе, who thе hеll іѕ Nеоn Lips?”

Now that Nick knows, I'm almost certain they'll be in contact soon, so this game has to advance. I park my motorcycle in the driveway, get off it, and navigate into my apartment. I shouldn't drive drunk, but the effects were wearing off. I also had a great tolerance level. I tug off the clothes and prepare a bath, pulling my phone to shoot a text to the unsaved number. "I'm ready to call in both my chits." I hit send and slid it over the counter, proceeding to get into the bathtub. The bubbles tickle most of my body as a memory cuts through my mind.

I objected, my finger hovering over his contact info. "He's right. We always get drawn back." I hit the call button. If he doesn't answer, I may just drive to a bar and have a few drinks. I do not need to remain sober. The phone chimes while I wait, but he doesn't respond. Aiden too. Dropping my head, I wrapped my arms around myself and dragged my feet up without looking forward. Who cares about my bag? I stood at the entrance to my bedroom when I heard an answering beep.

Harley Jay was drunk. I could tell by the way he answered the phone, the slight slurr of his words as he told me to "just stay safe" and that he'd see me the next day. I guess his five year sobriety chip was well and truly down the toilet.

"Hold on...why does he actually sound sober? Usually his words would be all slurred up by now?" "... you're right?" Dorry responded in a surprised tone. "Is he really not drunk?" "Guys! I'm sober! Haa, this isn't working. I'll call you two later." he cuts the call off before they could react. Even if he couldn't believe every other person, there was one person he had much faith in despite her annoying tone. The call goes through and he takes nervous steps forward as he picked up. "Hey, Bree... I'm gay."

Chapter 124 ...Saul... After the call with Sofia, I began to drink, it was all I knew that usually calmed my nerves down, My life was now the most uneventful, except for Sara and her father always ruining my already bad mood but trying to find out the state of my mental health, My eyes looked at my phone immediately I heard it ring, Mom was calling, Thinking it was Keith, I immediately answered, in my drank state, I would have probably listened to her say what she wanted to say or even met her up

Some nights, the fear would completely dominate my mind, and I started to drink myself into oblivion, attempting to quiet my restless mind. I would always call her during my inebriated rampages, knowing that no matter how far off the edge I go, she’ll always be the only person to bring me back. When I called her one night at our usual time, and found out her phone was disconnected, I cried…I fucking balled like a damn child.

I have been waiting for this call. I picked up the call...