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

-Yes-. " Swat , please tell me. " “Justin, I don't know how to phrase this without being disrespectful or insensitive, but I've never met a recovering addict and I just don't think my lifestyle supports it. Your life is chaotic and you told me so. New York was not the place to be sober. Backstage, in the crowd, at awards shows and after parties, as well as among my peers when we have free time, there is drinking. Because my life is so bad , I can't help the fact that I'm going to have to drink near you. In no way, shape, or form do I wish to jeopardize your sobriety.

"Me? Pfff...Yeah well, kinda. It's just a bottle...or two but I'm all good I swear." "We'll talk better when you're sober girl." "I am sober." She said in a 'duh' tone. "You're not. Goodnight Carmen and please, quit drinking." "What about sub two, his pant sha- " "I'm not doing laundry services Car, Goodnight. Make sure to quit the booze, I'm serious." She exhaled. Carmen wasn't a good person to talk to when drunk. She had managed to conceal it somehow when they had just begun to talk. But somewhere in-between the line was a phrase which bugged her.

The kind of scream that rips your throat open and still doesn't say enough. --- I wanted to stop feeling. I would’ve given anything to just… shut it off. So I did the only thing I knew. I drank. Straight from the bottle. Whiskey. Then vodka. Then whatever the fuck was left in my cabinet. Didn’t taste it. Didn’t feel it. Didn’t stop. --- I called her. Voicemail. Called again. Voicemail. Called a third time, fourth, fifth— Voicemail. I dropped the phone. Punched the floor.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

She was too beautiful, young and intelligent to let what had happened to her, get in the way of her fate. Mmabatho let out a weak laugh as she dabbed away her tears, "while we're on that topic," she pursed her lips and cleared her throat, "I've been...getting help and I've been completely sober for seven weeks now. No weed, no cocaine and no beer. I'm clean." "Oh my god," I gasped as I looked at her, "what?" she nodded her head and laughed at my shocked face.

“Don’t tell me. I need to eat, shower, and sleep for a week straight before you tell me what I have to do next.” I needed to call Emma and Mia, too. They would believe me. They had to. Someone called me again, and I tossed my phone to Heather. I wasn’t sober enough to have a professional talk, or drunk enough to nod through it. “It says Mom.” I snatched it from her hand and picked up the phone. You never miss your mother’s call. Even if you are on a casting call, in the loo, or death row. “Mom!” I said with fake excitement. My own beaming voice made my headache worse. “How are you? Why’d you call?”

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?”

she muttered in anguish. "Unfortunately, four people have been unable to return home. One of them even has a seven-year-old child who called her mother's phone and asked why she was not home yet." her voice turned icy cold and opened her eyes to stare at the strained man across from her. "How could a child understand that her mother would not be returning home? That her mom can no longer tucked her in bed every night" she has to breathe deeply to ease her constricted chest. "It is all from drinking Mountain Spring bottled water in the Petrov Pharmaceuticals cafeteria," she said, clenching her jaw as she watched the man battle to clear his vision.

“Wild?” “Im sick of everyone wanting wild and telling me i need to be wild and have a wild night, you know, forget everything. But i cant be wild. I can’t be that Wu because that Wi had drugs and sex and the euphoria that came with it. I had to loose one thing to become another and you don’t realize i can’t be sober and wild” I began to breathe heavily. “I can’t be sober and wild” Came a softer reply. “Why, Wu?” She asked.

he insisted. “Is there someone with you?” “Yes, my d*mn crazy friend is with me.” “Please go home now. If you feel up to it, send me a message once you’re safely home. I’ll end the call now.” “Let’s talk?” “Yes, we’ll talk tomorrow. Bye.” “Bye, Sofi.” I ended his call. This was the first time I received a drunk call from him.