Novel & Cerita You Never Call Me When You're Sober

, I realized I had been asking myself that sane question for a while now and the answer was as simple as it was, I had no idea. "I don't know, maybe I will think of that when the time comes for now, I just want him to be my side again, Keith was quite for while her head resting on the car seat "Can you promise me something Saul?" She said "I don't owe you any promises but tell me, She turned her head to look at me" can you promise me that you will call me and make time to talk with me when you are sober?" She asked "I can't make promises if my heart hurts less by then, then I will come and see you" I said...

Her soft whimpers as I played with her clit. “You're so hard, baby.” Their voices tug me from my reverie and my cock slowly turns limb. “Let us fix it,” They pull me into a room and take off my shirt. One of them reaches for my cock and I hold off her hand. “I'll watch.” “Whatever you want, baby.” They end up feeding my eyes and like before, my cock doesn't respond, not even once. I finish the second bottle and head out with a slight headache. I open my phone and dial the number I would've never called if I'd been sober.

Gage calling. I exhale and cancelled his call the way he cancelled my call that night. I turned off my phone right away and continued to eat. But even if I try to eat and fill myself with foods, every once in a while those things that I've witnessed that night still infiltrates my thoughts. I curse at myself for even watching them that night, now I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Every night since then I see Gage and Jamie fucking inside that public bathroom of the club and doing drugs together. Every time I close my eyes, my heart aches because they're what I see. They're even in my dreams.

“I still don’t see what the fuss is about. And if I drank as much as you, I’d be drunk all the time.” “I’d love to see you drunk.” “It’s not very entertaining. I’m usually pretty quiet.” “Then I’ll get you really drunk.” “What are you like drunk?” I was always drunk. “How I am right now.” She raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t been sober in at least a decade.” “That’s not good for your liver.” “I’m gonna die young anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” “Why is that?” She set the glass in front of me. “In my line of business, your career is short.”

“How did you.. I only told Jerry a few hours ago. The only other person who knows it’s the nurse.” “Well..apparently, the people we are dealing with aren’t ordinary people. They’re very powerful individuals with unlimited resources, and they can harm anyone at any time.” He sighs, clenching his fists and continues.. “I see you’re not drinking again.” “Drinking has never helped me. It only throws me to the edge and makes me do horrible stuff. I don’t plan on going back to that lifestyle anymore. It’s time to be a good father to my daughter and a good husband to my wife. Don’t you agree?”

She squeals, throws herself onto me, and then disappears back into the bedroom—eyes glued to her phone, not a word of thanks. I'm sober now. The hangover already creeping in. I bury my face in my palms. 'Help me, God.'

He said sheepishly, stopping me. “What do you want?” “I tried to call you. Um…. Yesterday was crazy.” I could see the nervousness in his face. “No, it wasn’t that crazy. We’re over, Jazzy. I’m sure you could guess that, right? You can’t expect me to overlook you almost drugging me, then abandoning me in the middle of nowhere.” Honestly, the latter didn’t bother me as much as not knowing what I’d drunk. I have to count my lucky stars that my body has better resistance. I did throw up in the bathroom this morning, but that’s normal when I’ve had too much to drink.

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.

" Then what have you been doing with your life? Partying? Sucking dicks for crack?" " Jesus Lauren, where's your heart? You don't have to treat me like some stranger. I'm sorry I don't call often and I've been wayward. I've been clean and I swear. I'm trying to be better and I need money. I swear I'm gonna go back to college and you're just gonna pretend I was never here." She bites her lip. She doesn't look like herself. Things drugs do to a person. I sigh and shake my head.

“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.”