For A Minute I Was Stone Cold Sober Novels & Stories

While I remained tongue-tied, still guilt-stricken with what we have done to Shinwoo. "That gay-ass shit is really useful." Mingyu laughed to himself. Our friends laughed with him. "Where is that video of him with Jongsuk anyway? Bet that's already gone." "Dumb ass, I still have it for blackmailing purposes." Wonwoo silently added. It wasn't long until Mark was lighting up a crack and inhaling its smoke. Tempted, I lost all my self-control and took a gram. I inhaled the fine white powder clean. It sent numbness around my throat and tongue but I was used to that feeling. For a second, I was guilty. I had just told Catherine that I would quit drugs if she liked me back. But here I am. I pushed

"Yeah. Two months inpatient, then outpatient after that. I've been clean and sober for five weeks now." She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto mine, and I could see the sincerity there. "After the last time we met... God, Aiden, I was so embarrassed. I was pathetic. Bitter. A nasty mess who was pushing away the only people who mattered. My kids." Her voice cracked a little on that last word.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

There was no friend or close companion that could get me to feel better in those horrible moments when I was facing the music all alone. “You are alright…” I said to myself as I stared in the mirror. “You don't need Aiden…” but the more I called his name, I felt even weaker. How could I have given up such a precious moment to such a jerk? But the deed had been done anyway. I exhaled heavily as I looked at the watch that clung to my shaky wrist. The alcohol was making me a bit dizzy at that point but I was trying my very best to get back on the track of sobriety.

Damian Pov One year changed everything. Nathan turned six in October and I celebrated my first full year of sobriety in November. Twelve months without drinking. Twelve months of therapy three times a week. Twelve months of support group meetings every Tuesday. Twelve months of actually doing the work instead of just talking about 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."

He loved it almost as he once loved drinking. "How long have you been sober?" I asked him suddenly, my eyes noticing some of the faintest of signs. If I wasn't so close to him, I might have even missed them. Zade turned and raised his eyebrows at me, "Exactly two weeks and a day now, it hasn't been easy but I'll pull through...." I took another gulp from my drink, trying my best to hide my chuckle, "You think you'll pull through by going through cold turkey. You'll be dead soon. Take a sip, anything to quench the thirst for alcohol."

The pure, intoxicating rush of the hunt. I made it to the bar, signaled the bartender for a vodka tonic—something clear, something sharp—and finally let myself exhale. I got him. The interaction had lasted less than a minute, but it told me everything I needed to know. I replayed the moment in my head as I watched the bartender chip ice from a block. Alexander Stone, the man who supposedly ran this city, the man who scared judges and owned politicians, had frozen. He hadn’t just been surprised. He had been paralyzed.

I wanted a shock. I stepped directly down the stone stairs and submerged my entire body under the freezing water. "Ah!" I gasped loudly. The icy water hit my hot skin like a thousand sharp knives. The shock was completely violent. It stole the breath right out of my lungs. It was absolute agony, but it was exactly what I needed. The extreme, freezing cold burned the heavy, sour alcohol entirely out of my blood. It snapped my human mind completely awake. The terrible fog in my brain vanished. My vision turned crystal clear in the dark.

he rumbled, his voice cautious, laced with a deep, lingering suspicion. "I was hungry," I said softly, forcing my voice to sound small, weak, and completely defeated. I let my shoulders slump, pulling the blanket up to my chin as if trying to shield myself from his judgment. "I don't want to freeze anymore, Stone. I don't want to be in the dark."