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

Her golden locks only need a hand to comb through to bring it back to perfection. Apart from that, every other thing is in place but if it had not been, she'd still look perfect and remain the most beautiful woman in the club. He brought his phone out and snapped her. "Hey. What's that?" "Just something to remind you of how much you screwed up when you get sober." "I didn't screw anything. You did." Her voice was so low and hoarse that he barely heard her. "I didn't mean to." She turned to the bartender. " Je pense que je partirais d'un moment à l'autre à partir de maintenant. Je veux que tu aies mon numéro. Ça va, monsieur ?

There were no clues to whose toilet I was presently in. I felt another wave of nausea and made it back to the toilet bowl for another round of vomitting and dry retching before I fell back on the floor and heaved in pain. Why did I drink so much last night, and where was Dylan? I went almost a year sober and then after meeting Bella's mom it felt like I was back to square one. I'm not sure if I was trying to be sober for Bella or she was my trigger at this point. Speaking of Bella, a quick image flashed of her in a t-shirt and pajamas trousers in a police station and I tried to sit up vertically. I must have tried too hard because my head spinned and I felt dizzy so I lay back down.

Like I’m home. “That’s not true.” Arrick makes to pull me back to him, but I step further away. Slapping his hands away childishly. Immature me peeking out to show face. “Can you name one time in the last year, or more, that you called me to just talk or to hang out; one time that you have been near me while I was sober, and not in need of being rescued? And I don’t mean the party invites or when we run into each other!” I raise my palms accusingly, draped in the oversized jacket on my slender frame that makes me appear ridiculously small. Arrick frowns, considering my question for a moment and then frowns harder as he tries to recall even one moment from the past year, that hasn’t been a ca

My phone burns in my pocket, and for a long moment, I can’t even move. I had promised myself I’d never call my sister again. She’s had enough of my messes. What if she yells? What if she refuses to help? What if she rubs her stripper job all over my face and calls me pathetic? My fingers tremble as I pull the phone out. I stare at it silently until the first sob escapes my throat. I have no choice. Slowly, I dial the number I swore I’d never touch again. “Callie?” Her voice pierces through me. “Oh my God…is that really you?”

The ringing on the other end felt like an eternity, a tug-of-war between my willpower and my addiction. Finally, Ethan's voice broke through, offering a lifeline in my darkest hour. "Cindy? Is everything okay?" My voice was strained, desperation evident. "Ethan, I can't do this anymore. This urge is consuming me." "Hey, hey, it's okay, remember why you decided to get clean. You've fought through this before." Tears welled up in my eyes, "I know, but the urge is unbearable. I just want that one hit."

"Fine. You want to be stupid and act like this for no f*cking reason, Go ahead Brooks. Drink yourself to death. You win. I'm done trying to make you see what I see in you. Until you actually grow the f*ck up, Don't call me again Brooks. Don't stop by my window at night and Don't have Jonah check up on me. I thought maybe just maybe I was getting through to you and bringing the good side of you out but obviously, I was wrong. Enjoy the miserable life you are creating for yourself Brooks. In the end, you will regret it." Right before she hung up I could hear her sobbing.I dropped my phone and yelled F*CK! And threw the bottle of Jack on the floor and it shattered. I picked my phone back up and

Somewhere I don’t even want to picture. And the worst part? This is happening now. Not before. Now, when I’m clean. When I’m sober. When I’m actually trying to keep things together. If I was going to end up like this, it should have happened back then. Back when I didn’t care. Back when everything felt easy and reckless and nothing mattered. Everything feels like a good idea when you’re wasted. At least the people I kept around me during that time weren’t like this. They weren’t criminals. They weren’t dangerous in this way.

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.

he said, dropping his hand on mine. I knew he was referring to my drug sobriety. Clearly my alcohol sobriety wasn’t working out. But he had a point. If I didn’t get to see her again or get with someone else to get my mind right, I’d end up looking for another way to numb myself. That … can not happen. Ever. Never again.

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.