Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

Whеn уоu’rе not wоrkіng thе ѕtrееtѕ іt’ѕ easy tо gеt lаzу, but I hаvеn’t. Mу phone screen lights uр whеn іt hаѕ enough роwеr. I have ѕоmе mіѕѕеd calls from Cаrrіе. Without lіѕtеnіng tо thе mеѕѕаgеѕ I call hеr bасk. “Hеу, hоw’ѕ it gоіng?” “Blаkе, who thе hеll іѕ Nеоn Lips?”

Me , the broke and rejected one? But instead I said : "Wow. I don't know what to say, I mean...". "You're going to be rich. Its What you've always wanted", he said ,patting me on the back. "I'll text you the address. Be there by 9am tomorrow morning. The board would like to talk to you". "Let's get a drink or something", I said. "No. No need. I'm on sobriety. Autumn and I decided stop drinking for the health of Dennis Jnr".

An intruder in my own damn house, while Mr Cock and Balls on my Egyptian cotton sheet is comfortably resting. There are no missed calls, just a stream of messages from the girls. 'What a brilliant night.’ 'Babe how trashed am I?' 'Call me.’ 'We need to do this more often.’ - looking at my bathroom door, remembering what is on the other side, I clearly don’t need to do this more often. Hell, maybe I need to join Alcoholics Anonymous or a convent would be a good idea. I unlock my phone and call Laura. "Uhhh" is all I’m greeted with.

Now you're shrugging physically or in your head because you don't give a fuck anymore and I'm beginning to disturb you a lot and make you uncomfortable so you're acting like you don't care. I haven't done any of those in a while though, specifically since my birthday. I've been completely sober since the day of my last birthday; the day I met River. I was even thinking of stopping because we're all aware of what happened the last time I overdosed; I got really high and had a one nightstand that may or may not have led to two deaths. I met some amazing people on the way though.

The car shuddered in the wind. The DJ kept talking, his voice threading through the storm. > “No rent, no mortgage, no catch. Just a fresh start. Maybe tonight the universe decides you deserve one.” My hand hovered over my phone. Ridiculous. Childish. But the quiet in my chest hurt more than the humiliation. What was one more stupid risk to someone who’d already lost everything? I hit Call. “97.8 The Wave! Who’s this brave soul?” “S-Samantha,” I stammered. “Samantha Hale.”

he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of guilt and frustration. I placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him support and understanding. "I know, Zach. But our pack needs you to be the strong and unwavering beta that you are, not lost to the shadows." Without a word we started on our journey back to the packhouse. As we were walking, I felt a vibration in my pocket. Pulling out my phone, I saw the name of the alpha I least expected to hear from. It was Alpha Heath, "fucking greasy alpha," I mumbled before answering the call, earning a smirk form Zach.

I wanted everyone to believe in my fake love story with Tricia. My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. “What is it?” I answered sharply. “Cassian, it's me,” Slash said. I let out a silent sigh, guessing what he was about to ask or tell me. “If you’re calling to invite me back home, the answer is no.” “Cassian, listen.” “I’m not drinking. I’m not partying. I’m staying away from everything; we talked about this, Slash.” “Cassian, listen to me,” he raised his voice.

He slowly stood up and people clapped to encourage him as he made his way to the podium. “Hi…my name is Scott,” “Hi, Scott,” They chorused. “Um…I’m an alcoholic. I have been sober maybe twenty hours, I know that’s not much but I gotta start somewhere right? Um, that right there is my daughter. She’s pregnant with twins. My first grandchildren. She looked me in the eyes and said that if I didn’t sober up I would never see her or her children. At first I was furious with her. How dare she give me an ultimatum right?”

If I want a bitch to fuck all I have to do is browse through my contacts plus the liquor part is never a problem. “Sorry Alec but I am balls deep in work he—” “Righttt,” I roll my eyes at the obvious disagreement in his voice. “Look man, I am on the rebound. I need a break to just clear my head get drunk and not give a fuck for on---” "Alec, if I say yes... will you get the fuck off my phone." I purse my lips in a thin line. Utter irritation bubbles up under the surface of my skin. "Yes," without any hesitation I end the call, glancing at the time on the screen before it goes dark.

But having the main culprit behind my condition constantly in my face tore at me in ways I couldn’t explain. I should try to get over it without the pills for once. I could totally do this. Just needed a distraction. Dropping the bottle on the nightstand, I picked up my phone, dialing his number. My thumb hovered over the screen before I hit the call button. “Hey, bestie.” Mike greeted. “Hi. I know it’s pretty early, but can we get drinks? I need to get high or something.” I blurted. Biting my nail, I waited for his answer, which felt like forever.