Walking Straight (The Walking Together Series Book 1) Read online

  Walking Straight

  T. E. Killian

  Christ Centered Ministries

  Cottonwood, Arizona

  Copyright © 2015 by Trennis E. Killian

  Novels by T. E. Killian

  The Sycamore P.D. Series

  Lost Memories

  Accepted Memories

  Resolved Memories

  The Crowley County Series

  No Easy Solution

  A Better Solution

  The Only Solution

  Another Solution

  The Clear Creek Series

  Ryan’s Ruin

  Chase’s Return

  Hunter’s Revenge

  Walking Together Series

  Walking Straight

  Walking Away

  Walking the Line

  www.tekillian.com.

  The Walking Together Series

  Three different men have addiction problems. Three different women come into their lives wanting to help them to recover and start new lives together.

  Walking Straight – First in the Series

  Betty Sue Farris is running from her abusive ex-husband, for a third time. He has already caught her twice in the past two years.

  As her bus passes through the little town of Strawberry, she is attracted to it because of its cheery Christmas decorations. She steps off the bus and into the local diner where she meets Trish Howard.

  Trish not only gives Betty Sue a job but also takes her into her own home thus changing Betty Sue’s life forever.

  Before long, Betty Sue’s ex-husband is there too and this time he plans to make it the last time. What can she do to be free of him forever?

  Matt Livingston has a problem but it is not what everyone else thinks. It is having an overbearing pastor for a father. Matt rebelled as a teenager and at twenty-eight hasn’t been able to stop.

  Matt is into drugs and everything else that goes along with it. Not only is he in denial but he just doesn’t have a reason to change anything he’s doing.

  When Matt who is 6’7” meets Betty Sue who is 6’2” things begin to happen for both of them.

  Can Betty Sue help Matt escape his life of drugs? Will she be able to give him a reason to quit and thus bring father and son back together?

  Can Matt help Betty Sue to escape her ex-husband and give her the stable life she’s never had?

  Will Matt and Betty Sue allow God to guide them both out of their bad situations?

  Chapter One

  Betty Sue Farris watched out the window as the bus made its way through still another small town in a series of small towns that had gone past her window tonight. They all looked alike in the dreary December night, which matched her mood all too well. It looked like it was sleeting again or maybe it was freezing rain. She never could tell the difference.

  All she wanted to do was get to Kansas City and find a place to stay, at least temporarily, until she could manage to get a job that would then allow her to get an apartment. That was all she wanted. That should be simple enough, shouldn’t it?

  She thought about praying but put that thought out of her mind quickly when she remembered that it had never seemed to help before. Then another thought hit her almost with the force of a fist. After all, praying had never stopped Dave from hitting her, had it?

  She must have dozed off again for they had to be going through a different little town now. She was sure of it, since this town was lit up for Christmas apparently from one end to the other. The thought of Christmas almost sent her into a depressing mood. Here it was two weeks before Christmas and she sure didn’t think she’d be doing much celebrating this year . . . again.

  All the other towns had seemed rather dreary from her vantage point. But this one was beginning to catch her attention. She was thoroughly enjoying the many Christmas decorations all along the street they were on which was also the state highway. She looked a little closer at some large red decorations on some of the light poles. They sure were oddly shaped. Were they strawberries?

  Well, maybe there was something different about this little town. It sure looked like it from her perch in the bus.

  She looked a little closer just before the bus pulled into the bus station and she saw a diner that was beautifully decorated and looked so homey and welcoming.

  She had a strange feeling come over her then. It was like someone was telling her to get off the bus here in the middle of nowhere. Her ticket said Kansas City on it and that must still be another fifty miles or so but she suddenly had the overpowering urge to get off here in this little town.

  As she stepped off the bus and got in line behind two other passengers for the driver to get her bag, she realized that she didn’t even know the name of the town. Oh well, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she felt something here. It was a feeling that she hadn’t had in a long time, years in fact. Yes, this place seemed to be . . . right. She was sure of it now. It was so peaceful and beautiful here with all the colorful decorations.

  Once she had her large suitcase, she walked into the station, which was actually a convenience store that doubled as the bus station. There was a sign on the wall behind the register with the name of the bus line on it and, ‘Welcome to Strawberry.’

  Betty Sue laughed and the man behind the counter looked up and his face showed the surprise she was used to seeing when people first saw her. She ignored it, as usual. When he noticed where she was looking, he looked back there and said, “Yep, we claim to be the strawberry capital of the state. All kinds of festivals here every year in June.”

  She smiled back at the friendly older man and headed for the restroom. Now she knew for sure that those decorations she’d seen had indeed been strawberries. How quaint.

  When she came out of the restroom, there were several people in line at the register so she stepped to the end of the line and started to wait her turn. That was when she remembered the diner she’d seen next door. She was very hungry and after all, somebody over there could probably answer her questions as well as the man here, couldn’t they?

  So she lifted her heavy suitcase and headed out the door. She stood in the parking lot for a moment to get her bearings. The bus had come in from her left so the diner was over there. When she looked that way, she also noticed a motel on the other side of the diner and it looked as if they were connected. Well, wasn’t that just the most convenient thing she’d seen in a long time? Maybe her luck was finally going to change. She could only hope so.

  The next decision was an easy one. Her heavy suitcase helped her make the decision to go to the motel first. Besides, it would have been rather awkward for her to lug the suitcase around in the diner.

  When she entered the motel office, there wasn’t anyone at the desk so she sat her suitcase on the floor in front of the counter and waited. She had the sudden thought. She used to be good at waiting, but not anymore. Dave had done that to her as well as a lot of other things. She didn’t like to wait. It always meant that she was under someone else’s control and she never wanted to be controlled by anyone else ever again, especially a man.

  Finally, a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties with dark red hair and a protruding belly came out of a back room and said, “Why didn’t you ring the bell. That’s what the sign says.”

  He pointed at a bell on the wall with a sign above it. She honestly hadn’t even looked around yet. But now, she did and the lobby and office didn’t look too bad. Not being a chain motel, she hadn’t been too sure what to expect.

  She could tell that was when she registered his surprise as he took a second look at her. He shrugged his shoulders, “Well,
do you want a room or not?”

  She fought a frown at his rude behavior. She figured this must be the only motel in town if he could act that way to potential customers. He didn’t even seem to be intimidated that she looked down on him from at least six inches above him.

  “Yes, I would like a room please.”

  He shoved a paper and pen across the counter to her. “Fill this out and don’t forget your car’s license plate number.”

  She felt a chill run down her back. “I don’t have a car. I came in on the bus.”

  He frowned and squinted his beady eyes up at her. “You got relatives here in town?”

  “No.”

  Now what did she say. She was too tired to try to find another motel this late at night. Then she figured that the truth would just have to be good enough.

  “I’m moving here from Springfield and just need a place to stay for a night or two until I can find an apartment or something.”

  He snorted. “Good luck with that. Ain’t much for rent in this town. I ought to know. Got several of them myself and they’re all rented.”

  But he didn’t argue with her anymore as she finished the registration form, gave him cash, and he gave her a key.

  She quickly went to the room and just set her suitcase down inside while briefly glancing around the room. Well, it wasn’t the Ritz but it would do. She laughed to herself. She’d always wanted to be able to say that but there was no one around to hear it.

  It hit her then that she was truly alone . . . again. She sat or almost fell onto the bed in despair. She had no one anywhere in the world. She fought tears unsuccessfully for a few minutes then wiped them off and went into the bathroom.

  Oh my! Was that really her in the mirror? Her hair was flat on one side and sticking up on the other side. Well, what did she expect after sleeping on that bumpy old bus for a couple of hours?

  She quickly repaired her hair as well as she could and went next door to get something light to eat. After all, she wasn’t sure how long the little bit of money she had would have to last her.

  * * *

  Matt Livingston was looking forward to a night of partying. He felt that he deserved it since he’d just dropped his truck off at the terminal after a weeklong loop that took him to Des Moines, Chicago, St. Louis and finally back home. It was Tuesday night and he was off until Friday morning to do whatever he wanted to do. Party! Yes, it was definitely party time and he was more than ready.

  He parked his Hog in front of a house on the outskirts of Strawberry, went up to the front door, and entered without knocking. The loud music hit him so hard it was almost like walking into a wall. He grinned and closed the door behind him.

  As soon as he stepped into the living room, Jerry came up to him and got too close at first to look up into Matt’s face, so he backed up. “How’s the weather up there big man?”

  Matt grinned. “It’s fine up here. And it looks like the weather’s even better down there. Where’s the stuff? It must be good tonight.”

  Jerry just pointed toward the kitchen and Matt went that way. Once in there, he found all the necessary ingredients spread out on the kitchen table. He was soon on his way to a high to equal the dozen or so others he’d seen scattered around the living room. There were doubtless others in the bedrooms as well. It wouldn’t be a Jerry kind of party without the activity back there. He grinned in anticipation of that part of the night’s activities.

  Later, how much later, Matt had no idea, he opened his eyes to daylight coming in through a window onto his face. He tried to move out of the sun but only succeeded in waking himself up even more.

  He looked around him and realized he was in a huge bed with several others. No one else seemed to be awake or even moving for that matter. He slowly and carefully crawled out of the bed and began to search for his clothes.

  That was when he had to laugh. Clothes of all kinds and colors were scattered all over the bedroom floor. But Matt had no difficulty finding his clothes. His were almost twice as big as any of the other clothes lying around the room.

  He collected all of his clothes and quickly pulled them on. That was when he realized that all those quick movements were making his head swim. Thankfully, he didn’t have a hangover since he’d not taken time to drink all that much booze. But all the other stuff still had him almost spinning out of control.

  He looked around the room again but couldn’t find his boots anywhere. Where in the world could they possibly be? After a somewhat thorough search of that room, he concluded that they had to be in another room.

  After searching around and among sleeping bodies in the other two bedrooms, Matt decided that his boots weren’t in any of them either. Now what? He wasn’t about to try riding his Hog without shoes of some kind.

  Finally, he found his boots out on Jerry’s back porch. How in the world had they wound up out there? Oh well, at least he found them and he could now get on his Hog and go get something to eat. He knew from experience that there would be absolutely no food left in Jerry’s house after a party like last night had turned out to be. And he also knew that there wasn’t any at his apartment either.

  He drove slowly and carefully. He didn’t want old Hal Wallace to see him and stop him right then. Matt knew that Hal was just waiting to catch him doing something wrong. The guy sure had it in for him.

  Finally, he pulled into the combined parking lot of the Strawberry Inn and Diner. Just as he started to get off the bike, his head started spinning again. Good thing that didn’t happen on the way over here.

  He waited a few minutes for it to stop spinning before attempting to get off. He sure didn’t need to fall on his butt out here in the open like this. Someone would call Hal then for sure. And he knew who it’d be too. Mike Stockwell, the owner of the place had it in for Matt too.

  It wasn’t Matt’s fault that some friends of his had once trashed one of Mike’s motel rooms. He hadn’t even been there. But that didn’t matter to Mike or Hal either for that matter. In their minds, they figured he was guilty by association. For some reason, that made him laugh.

  Finally, he lifted one long leg over the gas tank and placed both feet on the gravel. He knew from experience to do this in stages. First, both feet on the ground. Then slowly stand. Finally, start walking equally slowly toward the diner entrance.

  As he went into the diner, he stood in the doorway and looked around for a moment. He had to make sure there weren’t any people in there that he didn’t want to deal with right then. And that especially meant his preacher dad. All he needed right then would be for the right Reverend Henry Livingston to see him and start in to preaching at him . . . again. Or was it continue preaching at him?

  At any rate, he wasn’t in the mood for that, if he’d ever be. That was when he wished that his little sister still lived in the area. Grace had always been the only person who ever understood him. She was a little more than a year younger than he was and Matt had always been able to talk to her. People had always commented that they were more like twins.

  Grace had always been way more mature than her age. In fact, if Matt would be honest with himself, she’d always been much more mature than her older brother.

  After all, she was the one with a college education and a good teaching job, even if it was up in St. Louis.

  But, Grace wasn’t here. He did think that the last time he’d talked to his mom, she’d said that Grace was trying to get on at the high school here for next school year. Man, wouldn’t that be great to have his little sister back? Then he’d finally have an ally against his constantly nagging parents.

  Not seeing anyone that he thought might pose a threat to his present mood or condition, he decided to take a seat at the counter on the stool nearest the door. That way, he could make a quick exit if he needed to do so.

  He looked around again but didn’t see Trish anywhere. In fact, he didn’t see the other daytime waitress either. What was her name? He couldn’t remember. She hadn’t been working there
very long and as far as Matt was concerned, she could just leave. She had always been rude to him.

  He got that sometimes from a lot of people, especially strangers. He knew that being six foot seven inches tall and weighing right at three-hundred pounds was a put off for a lot of people. It took quite a bit for people to get to know him. Well, he had to admit that he didn’t always make it very easy for new people to get to know him either. That made him laugh again.

  Then he saw her coming out of the kitchen. He leaned over the counter to make sure she didn’t have spike heels on. Man, was she ever tall. She had to be the tallest woman he’d ever seen.

  * * *

  Betty Sue hadn’t slept very well. She attributed it to several things, one of which had to be all the time she’d spent dozing on the bus last night. But she knew the biggest reason was that she kept expecting to hear Dave pounding on her door.

  Now, this morning, she had a decision to make. Should she stay another night here at the motel while she looked for a job or not? Then of course, she had to decide for sure if she was even going to stay in this town. Would she be safe enough here rather than in the bigger places she’d always tried before?

  Finally, she decided to go next door for breakfast first. She always thought better on a full stomach and the bowl of soup she’d eaten the night before hadn’t stayed with her at all.

  So, leaving her suitcase in the room and putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the doorknob, she headed next door for breakfast.

  She sat at the far end of the counter this morning just as she’d done the night before. She thought that she might be able to blend in much better that way.

  She was really getting hungry by the time a waitress came out of the kitchen with several plates which she proceeded to serve at one of the tables behind Betty Sue.