Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

“Fuck you! If it weren’t for the person I know you through, today would have been your last day on Earth for daring me!” “I know I really messed up. Deepest apologies. But listen, the version you got is the heavy-duty one. Your antidote won't touch it. No medical fix, no herbal bullshit. Only way to counter it is full-on sex. If sex doesn't happen soon, it could... kill.” “Go to hell!” I roared, smashing the end call button before hurling the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor, screen cracked. I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, as if pain could clear the fog.

If alcohol won't find a solution to my problems, atleast let it take me away from them for a while, so I can forget and be Happy, just enjoy the happiness it brought and be carried away. The taste got bitter, but I didn't stop, I wanted to feel some change atleast immediate effect of me falling asleep or being happy or maybe laughing like Cindy did. I paused as I listened to my phone ring. Putting the bottle down I answered without checking the caller ID, ready to tell the person on the other end to fuck off. An angel must have held my mouth closed because, when I was about to say the forsaken words a panicked and worried voice reached my ear drums.

She turned away from the crowd, answering in a low voice. “I told you not to call me for another two days!” The caller stammered on the other end. “I… I made a mistake.” Bethany’s eyes widened. “What? Tell me you didn’t. If you did, I’m in serious trouble!” The voice on the other end confirmed her fears. “Yes… I did.” " Shit"

Wheh I first met Noah , he was just the perfect man that I needed , but right now , I don’t think that it’s true anymore , he seems like a fucking waste to me . I walked to the bathroom and dipped myself in the warm bathtub as I tried to relax myself . It’s been a week since my uncle told me that, I must admit that I haven’t been myself . When he left the next day , I escaped from the house under the watch of his guards . All this while , I knew that he would be trying to reach me but I made sure I destroyed my phone and got a new one. I felt used , the words he told me that day hurt me , I was hurt , he was the least person that I expected it from .

This is why you should always put your phone on airplane mode in the night. I looked at the caller ID to see that it was Brian again. I grinded my teeth in frustration. Of all the fucked up people in this world to call me, it had to be the fu****. "What do you want?" I asked with anger in my voice. I had zero tolerance for the bag of shit. "Chill, would you? You don't want to end up in another court ordered anger management class again, do you?" He asked with mischief. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smiling. Stupid SOB.

I started looking for my coat and bag. My hands were shaking slightly, which I hated, but my movements were fast — I found the coat, pulled it on, dug out my phone. Dozens of missed calls: Sienna, Kai, two numbers I didn't recognize. I turned the screen off and looked up.I took one breath and made sure my voice was level. "Last night didn't happen," I said. "We're adults. Things that happen when you're drunk don't mean anything. Nobody owes anyone anything."

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.

"The hard part isn't staying sober. It's deciding to. Everything after that is just following through." "You make it sound simple." "It's not simple. It's the hardest thing you'll ever do." I held up my phone. "But you can do hard things. You just have to decide they're worth it." "And if I decide they're not?" "Then I walk away. Bella walks away. Lily walks away. And you die alone, drunk, with nothing but your guilt for company." I met his eyes. "Is that what you want?" "No." "Then make a different choice."

"Hold on...why does he actually sound sober? Usually his words would be all slurred up by now?" "... you're right?" Dorry responded in a surprised tone. "Is he really not drunk?" "Guys! I'm sober! Haa, this isn't working. I'll call you two later." he cuts the call off before they could react. Even if he couldn't believe every other person, there was one person he had much faith in despite her annoying tone. The call goes through and he takes nervous steps forward as he picked up. "Hey, Bree... I'm gay."

I knew what this feeling did to my best friends and I don't want this feeling kill me I will never talk to Calla ever again.. I will avoid it her starting from this second