For A Minute I Was Stone Cold Sober Novels & Stories

Help me and tell the boys to have fun and make sure they don't get too drunk! Krystal, 08:02pm Yes, madam, we will. Miss you, see you tomorrow then!!! Me, 08:03pm (sent a face kiss emoji) See you tomorrow ;) I decide to text a short message to Liam and tell him to have fun celebrating and that I will see him tomorrow. I'm about to switch off my phone and head to bed when my phone rang and I see Zach calling me again. I decline the call and head back to bed to sleep, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks again.

She waved at the waiter signalling her to bring another glass. The waiter placed the glass before Kelvin and he wondered. “I know you hate drinking but help me drown my sorrows just for today, please,”Annita requested. Kelvin was a recovering addict and he had been in and out of rehab for three years in the past before he decided to quit drugs. He has been clean for seven years now and was afraid that if he drank with Annita it would cause a relapse on him. He declined Annita’s request politely.

More like my body itching for something, itching for relief. He just watched me break down, "ok, Steve, listen, I don't belong here," I changed my tone and decided to be respectful and nice, "I'm normal. I'm ok, see," I smiled at him and opened my arms wide, "I'm ok. I'm not addicted to anything, I promise. Please let me go, Zale lied about everything." "So you're not addicted to cocaine?" I shook my head so fast and so hard, it felt like I had snapped my head off my own neck.

“There’s a twist.” I took a sip of the drink. “Grape juice?” I was expecting wine and finding the soft, sweet tang of something non-alcoholic. He nodded. “Yeah. I’m off the drinks for now. I need to be sober twenty-four-seven.” “Because of the mines?” I asked, tilting my head. “Not just that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “The office. The team. Everything. I can’t afford to slip anymore. And honestly, the drinks were starting to slow me down.”

“I was just having fun. The nurses are so nice. They don’t like you very much. They said you used to be a fun, cool guy to be around, but you turned bitter. Grumpy. I told them you’re just focused.” “My hero. Thanks for coming to my defense.” I rolled my eyes and jabbed him in the chest with my fingers. “You smell nice. Have you had a shower? Sorry, did you just take a shower?” “You need to find your way to your bedroom and not bother me.” I nodded. “Gotcha pal.” “Oh my god.” “What? I’m sober. I feel sober. I’m good. All good.” To prove my point up the stairs, I jogged up the stairs and turned around. I spread my arms out and said, "See, I'm sober."

Still, my chest feels tight. I have to be sober now. Who knows what’ll happen to my grades?

My life had shifted so drastically that I wasn’t sure I even recognized myself anymore. Still, I needed to feel like me again. So I got out of bed, brushing my teeth until I no longer felt the sour trace of last night’s drinks. The hot shower that followed melted away the stiffness in my body, and as the steam enveloped me, I promised myself again, no more vodka shots. Ever.

the group and I greeted him in sync. "I've been sober for..." Mick checked his watch. "32 hours. And seriously, these have been the worst 32 hours of my life. No one told me that staying clean would be so painful," Mick joked, eliciting laughter from the people around him. I could understand what he meant; his appearance was truly awful. The detox process was painful, especially if he was getting clean from something more than just alcohol. Just the thought of those days made me shudder; that was indeed an invitation to never drink again: not having to go through that again.

I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore And daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... anymore. -I looked at most of them wiping the tears from my eyes, but I always looked for Connor, somehow I was asking for his forgiveness. I'm not sober... anymore. - His gaze was on mine, serious as ever. Inexpressive. And I was crying- I'm sorry that I'm here again. I promise I'll get help It wasn't my intention I'm sorry to myself. I finished.

O’Brien said as he sat down. “O’Brien my friend. Long time,” Kent smiled. “You just bailed on me last time.” “I know man. I’m sorry.” “You had a horrific face on you. It was like you had seen the devil himself. Leaving me alone in the club.” “I’m sure I was tired.” “Are you sure?” “Very sure my friend. What has brought you here?” “Aren’t we drinking some?” “It’s a Saturday.” “All the better.” “Kate will kill me.”