Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

he said while i got confused with his talks. "Are you sober right now?" I asked to clear my doubts. "100%. Why so??" He asked. "As you are talking with me normally without my argument" i said clarifying. "Can’t i talk normally? And i have made some new year resolution?" He said while i got curious to know. "What?" I asked him. "Well list is too long. I can't discuss it on phone. Now i have to go. Bye" He said repeating my words and hang up the call without listening to me.

he insisted. “Is there someone with you?” “Yes, my d*mn crazy friend is with me.” “Please go home now. If you feel up to it, send me a message once you’re safely home. I’ll end the call now.” “Let’s talk?” “Yes, we’ll talk tomorrow. Bye.” “Bye, Sofi.” I ended his call. This was the first time I received a drunk call from him.

Next, I pulled out my phone and looked into the contact list until I found the number I was looking for. “You’re about to find out why I don’t want to go in there,” I said turning to her once my maniac laughter had died down. “Just, a little favour,” I added, making a call. “Don’t let me drink,” I said pressing the phone to my ear. I considered my request and almost grimaced when I realised, I made a mistake. “Okay, maybe…just don’t let me get drunk. God knows I’ll need the alcohol for what I’m about to do,” I said just as the person picked up my call.

“Wait. What do you mean ‘if’ she calls?” Mirrie shrugged. “I’ve seen people a decade sober suffer some kind of emotional shock, and then relapse for years. They don’t ask for help, they stop coming to meetings. It happens, King. Sobriety is fragile at the best of times, and exponentially so at times like this. It’s precarious. And remember... Naomi is still new to sobriety. She's still learning how to be sober.” “Fuck,” he said again. “I won’t be able to stand it if she gets hurt because of me. I’ll never forgive myself if another Patrick shows up, and takes advantage of her.”

I chug down a good quantity before pulling it out of my mouth. “Dude!” he calls out, his eyes wide. It is like old times when he would scream in shock when I chugged an entire bottle while standing. I mean, I was depressed half the time, and it was the thing keeping me from killing myself. Now I am a sober man, one who is in love too, so things are different. “Reminds me of old times.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and Casp lets out what sounds like a forced chuckle.

I knew sooner or later, that my past is going to catch up with me and they are going to find me, but not this soon. The minute I heard her voice, I ended the call and blocked the number. Knowing I may not be safe outside and they could be watching me, I hurry back into the club and book a ride. I return to the bar and order more alcohol shots even though I’m a hundred percent sure my body can’t handle more alcohol.

And she did. That amazingly strong 12-year girl breathed deep and screamed the most earth-shattering scream she could. Every single neighbor came running, the cops were called, CPS was called and our family that had been broken for years, finally fell apart. That was just over 5 years ago. He apparently got sober 3 years ago and has been since, but I refuse to talk to him. “Why would he call you?” Mia asks trying to keep her cool. “He’s been trying to get a hold of me a lot more lately. He usually leaves a voicemail, fills me in on his life and that’s that.” I shrug.

She opened her messaging app and sighed at the text message. “I am very sorry. I was out of line. Please call me.” “I’ll call you, alright,” she muttered under her breath, “all the horrible filthy names I can think of.” She realized she had no self control where this man was concerned when she immediately dialed him out. The moment the call connected she squirmed, “if you say one filthy thing, this phone is being hung up and I’ll never speak to you again. All of our work will be done through Dimi and Darya.”

“Let us revisit that when you're sober, I see your friends, come on, let's go home.” “Up?” she blinks, and for a second I don't understand what's going on but when she lifts her arms, I get it. Alessandra I need to stop drinking, I've built up a stamina for most drugs but alcohol ingestion doesn't seem to be on the list.

One of the bar boys walked up to me, “What would you like, sir?“ “Anything. I rasped. Anything strong. Anything to keep me grounded.“ I felt like I was falling into a bottomless pit, going deeper with each second. The world around me began to fade into shadows. No matter how hard I tried to climb, I only sank deeper and it was as if I was allowing myself to get swallowed by the dark. And I couldn't let that happen. I remembered the promise I made to the doctor; “I’ll make sure she's always at her best.“ I can't do that when I'm this way. I need to get back in control. I took another gulp of the drink the bar boy brought and reached for my phone in my pocket. My fingers swiftly scrolled throu