You Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

Some people are outside with their bottles in hand, chatting and having fun. "Do you miss it?" I ask. Sometimes, I feel like this craving will never go away. "Often, like crazy," Kate replies. I look at her, surprised. She's been sober for five years now. "I thought it would get easier with time," I say, bewildered. Kate sighs. "You never fully overcome it, Sofia. We learn to live without alcohol and try to build a better life." At that moment, a young man stumbles out and vomits on the sidewalk. "That, I definitely don't miss," she points out.

The line went quiet for a moment, “I’ve never hated you babe, I got in a bit too far with drugs. Then we found out you were pregnant and I knew I had to get serious and take care of you guys. We stopped having fun and I guess I was mad at you but I was mostly mad at myself. I guess I was just angry I needed to let go of that lifestyle and I took it out on you. But listen Kay, I’m sober now and I’m so sorry we could have what we had. Can we please talk and I could show you?” “How did you call me again?” “I have been giving my cellmate my lunch everyday to talk to you, it sucks when you don’t answer.” “Wait you lose your lunch even if I don’t answer?” “Well yeah, it still costs money even if y

Harley Jay was drunk. I could tell by the way he answered the phone, the slight slurr of his words as he told me to "just stay safe" and that he'd see me the next day. I guess his five year sobriety chip was well and truly down the toilet.

“I wish I could reject you as my mate right now but I can't renounce my reign because of this oversight.” 4 YEARS LATER THALIA My alarm clock rings crazy, and the moment I shut it down my phone buzzes on the nightstand, the sound vibrating through me. I know if it buzzes twice more, it'll most likely end up on the floor and crack. That would make it phone number three in the last two weeks so yes, I grab it. The light from the phone is nearly blinding, reminding just why I don't drink. “Hello.” I groan, the stench of alcohol on my clothes strong despite being such a light weight I seem to have drunk too much at the office party.

I didn't even know what I was doing, which was so frustrating. “Why are you so nice to me? You keep giving me mixed signals, which annoys me so much.” I dropped my hands and tried to pick up another shot when he stopped me, because if I took one more, then I would definitely pass out. “We need to get you sober.”

Not fucking calling someone on a cell phone, just the fact that they're part of an MC ensures they have easy access, Tip seems to follow the same thought by narrowing his eyes, but starts walking towards a long wooden counter I notice the stools and bottles displayed on a large panel. I whistle at the sight of the entire bar receiving an understanding smile from the man, I stand between two stools picking up the phone. I stop taking a deep breath trying to remember the safest number to call. I type in the numbers and wait, lifting my head and feeling the watchful eyes. * — Hello? - the serious and irritated voice appears. *- You can come to get me. - As soon as I speak I hear things falling

“What if the next time this happens Jordan isn’t there to bring you to the hospital? You could’ve died! What do you think would have happened to Theo if that had happened?” I see guilt flash through her eyes and she says, “I don’t know.” “Well I do. And it wouldn’t have been good. Look, I need you to make an effort, even if it’s just for a little while. I turn 18 in a couple months. So can you please at least make an attempt at getting sober? For me and Theo?” “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Eh, he’s not bad looking, so why the fuck not? I never thought I’d be walking the streets trying to fuck for some money. Fucking NEVER. I never thought I’d be shooting dope, sniffing coke, or smoking meth, either. Fucking NEVER. I never thought I’d give up on my dreams of dancing. NEVER. I never thought I’d lose Alec or Hudson. NEVER EVER. But fucking look at me now. I’m doing all of those fucking things. I guess it’s true what they say when they say “Never say never”.

"You don't know that, Callum. Once an addict always an addict. If I start using again, I just want to die." "What's prompting this?" Callum asked as he looked Lian in the eyes. He felt his chest constrict when he saw how Lian looked. His eyes were void of emotion, staring blankly into space. He looked like he had already given up. Callum was lost. He doesn't know what to do. He thought the days were getting better. He thought Lian was getting better and it felt like they were back to square one. "I'm so sorry, Callum," Lian sobbed.

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.