Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

I just want to live a normal life but every time I think of what they are all doing, happily living together…I couldn’t help but flinch like I have just been slapped. I grab my jacket and keys and stormed out of my room. I need a drink. I need one or else I'll go crazy, thinking about all of this things again and again. ••• After my seventh glass, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and answered the call. "H-hey" I slurred, downing my eight glass. "Cade, we need to talk" he demanded. I just answered him with a chuckle and shook my head, "Oh, Caine. Long time I haven't heard from you, miss me already?"

“Look, I’m not gonna be a maid forever. I just… need a reset. No past, no Evan, no cops, no rent due every fifteen minutes.” Her silence was heavier this time. “Fine,” she said. “But promise me something.” “Name it.” “If anything feels off… anything… you call me. You don’t stay quiet. You don’t freeze up. You run.” I let the silence sit for a beat too long. “Calla?” Her voice cracked a little. “I’ll call.” “You swear?” I looked at the tiny pill bottle I hadn’t touched in three weeks. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I swear.”

Always after your pants. I wanna be far from him. He's trouble in disguise and he was part of the reason I got stuck in some cocktail rubbish. If I didn't agree to drink that, I would be at home , sleeping in my room in peace and not getting grounded and reminded countless times how I messed up in Georgia. I remembered my drunk state last night , I can't believe I called him hot. I mean he's hot , but a normal Ariel won't call someone hot. My phone dings again. One new message.

“You can put this here, so that nobody would catch my place.” “No,” I say. “I don’t want to go looking for you if you choose to disappear.” “Dude, this is like the only place in the world that I wouldn’t want to disappear from.” He retrieves his phone and shakes it in front of my face. “And you can call me if you need anything else. Your number is the first on my speed dial now, you know that?” I hum uncertainly, more pleased with this information than I have any reasons to be. Still, letting him go somewhere alone in a place where he can possibly find drugs, alcohol or a quick hookup isn’t something I could allow.

One of the only people from my past I felt I could still talk to. At 2 A.M, the place was deserted save for a few teenagers shredding a distant ramp. Longing for my old skateboard, I sat with my back against a concrete wall and hugged my knees. I’d brought along one of Livvy's flasks and filled it with tequila. Just because I was being forced to go through this didn’t mean I had to be sober while doing it. Vasha was relentless, calling me a total of 36 times and flooding every Social Media account I had with messages. I didn’t want to read them. It was painful enough...why drag it out? I unscrewed the flask’s cap and downed a shot’s worth, staring out into the dead of night.

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.

Instinctively, I hung up on Rita and asked, "What's wrong?" Faith let out a cold snort and sat directly onto the sofa in my office, displeasure written all over her face. "Take a look at the trending topics yourself and see what kind of nonsense your wife is spouting." I frowned and corrected her immediately. "She's not my wife. And I know about that already. She contacted me just now. She's simply gone crazy. I'm about to release a statement publicly distancing myself from her." My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds.

I'd been in bed the whole day just crying and sulking but now I needed to pick myself up again. I can't cry about it forever. After going through my contact list last night, my drunk brain had decided to call the last person sober me would've thought of. I couldn't call Tristan and I wasn't in the mood for Katie's judgements so I'd called my boss instead. I'd regretted that decision as soon as he showed up. He was on a date.

And the bond is already stronger than I thought. Fucking mess. Clearing my throat, I pick up my phone, texting the idiot. Don’t call him an idiot, the small voice protests, tugging at my heart. Fine. ‘Make sure you show up sobered and showered. I don’t want a drunkard to befoul my offices.’

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.