Never Call Me When You're Sober Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return" " Ok I will call you when I can"

"Starting with the truth. Starting with facing what your father did. With dignity." She's right. I've been running from my father's shadow my whole life. Trying to be different while still benefiting from everything he built. It's time to face it. "Help me sober up," I say. "Already on it." ++++++++ Two days later, I'm clean, sober, and ready. I call Dante. "We need to meet. Just us. No weapons, no backup." "I'm listening." "Pier 12. The abandoned shipping office. One hour."

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.

His words echoed in my mind, demanding to be heard. "You can't keep running back whenever life gets hard," Aiden's voice echoed in my head. "Face your demons, and get sober. You have such a bright future in front of you, and you're throwing it away for what? Dope and drugs because you feel that you're not worthy of a great life?" The harshness of his words cut through me like a knife. How could he understand what I was going through? The pain, the guilt, the emptiness that I tried to fill with substances. It was my escape from a reality that I felt responsible for.

She answered the call with almost shaky hands with build up of everything absolutely terrible. "Why didn't you call me? I told you to call me, then why didn't you? Did you not even think of me enough to call me?" His voice sounded hoarse, almost robotic. His tone was psychopathic with three different emotions with each sentences that shook her completely. She immediately wished she hadn't had the delusional thought the he had said those things because he wad drunk. People were usually the most truthful when they weren't sober.

Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head? With a heavy sigh caused by spending time with idiots and the heat, I glance down at my fingernails that are in need of a manicure. I’m pulled away from the serious endeavor of extracting a bit of dirt from beneath my thumbnail when the cell phone beside me rings. I check the number and it’s the call I’ve been waiting for. I don’t bother saying hello. It’s not the type of relationship we have. I simply listen until the voice goes silent. “Go home,” I tell the caller. “I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you what I need.”

I was simply fighting it. "Don't tell me you are clear at mind, because you just drunk nearly a whole bottle of that cherry stuff and you had plenty beforehand. I am not going to be a jerk and use it to my advantage. I would never ever want you to do something you regret. If you still want me once you are sober, I am all yours. But until then I am not touching you."

But my hand’s already on my phone. I pull up Kaia’s contact. The little gray profile icon stares at me. I hit the mic button. “Tell me who you really are.” My voice is low, rough. I sound tired. “I’ll listen this time.” The words hang there in the tiny waveform. I stare at them like I could pull them back into my throat. Then I hit delete. Gone before it can hit her phone. I toss the phone onto the desk and reach for the bottle. The whiskey’s been sitting there since last night. I pour into the glass without looking, without measuring. The burn feels good going down.

The sharp sound shattered the moment instantly. Both of us pulled away at the same time. An awkward silence filled the room. I cleared my throat and quickly grabbed my phone. “Hello?” I said softly. “Isabella.” Dan’s voice came through the phone. “I need you back at the club this evening.” I frowned. “But my days off aren’t over yet,” I said, confused. I wasn’t even performing on stage yet. My absence shouldn’t have mattered. “Isabella,” Dan said sharply. “Don’t question me. I need you at the club tonight, and that’s final. I don’t pay you to sit at home.”

wondering where Sophia went, she is not answering my phone calls. I hope she is safe. I prayed silently. Sophia: Hey Babe, come home and you ain't in. We need to talk, love ya. Sent an hour later and there was still no reply. "There you go..." I took the first shot and it burnt my throat hitting the right spot "Ahh, exactly how I like it" I poured three shots at once before I remembered the football practice tomorrow, I shouldn't be drinking but "oh well" I finished a whole bottle by the time I had finished my 2nd bottle, I feel lightweight but this wouldn't do, I haven't forgotten about any of my damn troubles, especially Sophia's. "Another button," I said hitting the tabletop to get the g