Obsessed: 'Til Death Do Us Part

By Doretha Anderson

Youre crazy Kay, I cant stay with you for two months. I have a job and a child to take of remember. And, we will never be together again, baby or no baby. You might as well forget it.
Shut up! she screamed, Just you shut up and drive. Turn at the next road.
Theres nothing up that road Kay.
It is too, I have a little cabin up there where I have been watching you every time you come down here. And, thats where you are going to deliver our baby.
When Alan got to the turn, he hit the gas and sped by it. Where are you going? she screamed. I told you to turn, stop the car and turn around. She hit him on the side of the head with the gun. The blow to his head left Alan momentarily dazed and he fought to keep the big bronco under control.
Stop the car, I tell you and turn around. She grabbed the wheel, turn around I said.
Let go of the wheel Kay, let go! She hit him again with the butt of the gun. The big vehicle swerved back and forth across the narrow road, tilted on the edge and begin to roll over and over down the hill.
Alan heard Kay scream and the sound of glass shattering before he blacked out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514433041

Doretha Anderson

Doretha Anderson has been a counselor and Licensed in the ministry in The Church of God in Christ for more than forty years. As a counselor, church mother, and evangelist she have worked with and help rehabilitate many young people who were physically, emotionally and verbally abused by family members. She found that in nearly eighty percent of these cases the victims of such abuses blamed a family member for their troubles. Doretha, in her capacity as a minister of God, counseled these troubled sufferers to find love in God and to realize that God’s love was the ultimate solution, not the problem causing their pain. It was in the early years of her teaching that that inspired her to write her first book, AFRAID TO LOVE, dealing with physical, mental and verbal abuse. And the sequel, LOVE ON TRIAL, dealing with child abuse. In OBSESSED, Doretha deals with Spousal abuse. Doretha and her husband were married for 53 years before he deceased. To this union was born eight children and currently five grandchildren. Doretha currently lives in Bath County, Virginia, in the beautiful Alleghany Mountains.

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Rev. date: 12/11/2015

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Contents

PROLOGUE

Chapter 1   REUNION

Chapter 2   AN AMAZING MAN

Chapter 3   PARTNERS

Chapter 4   TROUBLE

Chapter 5   FALLEN ANGEL

Chapter 6   TIME TO MOVE

Chapter 7   A MAN WITH POWER

Chapter 8   DECISIONS

Chapter 9   GOD INTERVENES

Chapter 10   A FAMILY AFFAIR

Chapter 11   HOMECOMING

Chapter 12   GOT TO HAVE A PLAN

Chapter 13   THE JUDGMENT

Chapter 14   NOT GOING TO HAPPEN

Chapter 15   SUSPICIONS BECOME FACTS

Chapter 16   RAPED

Chapter 17   ACCIDENTS OR MURDER

Chapter 18   TIME TO CATCH A KILLER

Chapter 19   THE STING

Chapter 20   A NEW LIFE

Chapter 21   TIME FOR A CHANGE

EPILOGUE

In memory of my husband, Roger. Together for fifty-three years.

F ATHER ALAN TURNER is a man dedicated to serving God first and the people second in his medical profession. As a skilled heart surgeon, he was respected by most and loved by many, including a very persistent woman who changed his life dramatically.

PROLOGUE

F ATHER ALAN TURNER and Steve White stood outside the lodge, talking, in their ski attire, when the urgent voice of the captain of the ski rescue team came over Steve’s intercom.

Steve, there’s a woman on the south slope in the restricted area. She’s right near the canyon drop, and we can’t get to her.

What about the helicopter team?

The ground is too unstable. They can’t land. She’s frozen in place, and we can’t get her to move to work her way back up the cliff. What shall we do? I’m afraid she can’t hold on much longer.

Alan took the mike out of Steve’s hand and said, Chuck, this is Alan. Have the helicopter hover a few feet over the cliff as close as they can get.

What are you planning to do? Steve asked as he saw Alan shove his feet into his skis. The reality of what he was planning hit home just as Alan pulled down his glasses. "No . . . o… o… o… o!!!" Steve screamed. But it was too late; he watched Alan speed off down the hill, gathering speed in his crouching position.

Lord, help me, Alan prayed. "I have only one chance at this, and if I miss, you know what’s going to happen."

The rescue team, both on the ground and in the helicopter, looked on in horror as they saw Alan coming down the depth of the mountain. He hit the crest of the highest peak with a flying strike, making a sharp turn to the right as he landed, studied himself, freed his right hand, and hit the woman full force, wrapping his arm around her, sweeping her up, and at the same time yelling, Hold on!

As they hit the edge of the mountain and the ground gave way, Alan’s other hand caught the rail of the helicopter. Immediately, he felt the snap in his shoulder, under the deadweight of the two of them. Without delay, the helicopter lifted, zoomed to safe ground, and lowered them.

Strong hands caught the legs and waist of the woman and began to lower her to the ground. Alan let her go. Then he too was grasped and helped down to the ground.

People began to gather around, and they cheered and clapped.

Immediately, Alan said to Chuck, Get me out of here. The one thing he didn’t want was attention. With his helmet and glasses, nobody but Chuck and Steve knew who he was.

Safe inside the lodge, Alan leaned against the wall in the back hall. Steve came down the hall, snatched Alan off the wall, and then slammed him back against the wall. Alan winced at the pain that shot through his arm and shoulder. Steve was so angry his face was red.

Are you crazy! That was the most stupid thing you have ever done. You could have been killed! I ought to kill you myself. He paced back and forth in front of Alan, looking at him and steaming.

Alan smiled and said, Steve, I believe I dislocated my shoulder, and it hurts like— He broke off from what he was about to say.

Steve looked at him, shook his head, and laughed. You almost said it, didn’t you, Father?

Alan grinned.

Let me get you to the room, and I will get the house doctor to look at it.

Honoring Alan’s request, Steve made his rescue team swear not to reveal who it was who had saved the girl. The newspapers the next few days carried the headlines:

Unidentified skier saves woman. Mystery hero unknown.

Someone hidden among the trees had caught the rescue on video camera, and it was aired on the news. Every time Steve saw it, he would say, Oh, I could break your neck, or I could kill you myself for that stupid stunt.

1

REUNION

A LAN SKILLFULLY MANEUVERED his Bronco wagon around the sharp curves. The climb was steep and rough going, but he had driven them before. He smiled to himself. It would be good to see his friends Steve and Anna White again. It had been two years since he saw them last, and he was really looking forward to this reunion.

He and Steve had been roommates and best friends in college. Despite their social differences, they were as close as two friends could get, more like brothers. When they had graduated, they went their separate ways, vowing to keep in touch. They had done just that. Steve was now the owner of this famous ski resort in the hills of West Virginia, where he had previously worked as a manager. And he himself had gone on to medical school.

It had been tough going for Alan because he had to work odd jobs to supplement his income as a med student. But it was by choice that he held odd jobs now, not a necessity. And only he and two others knew that.

Alan smiled and shook his head. His oldest brother always said, "God works in mysterious ways. And he had done just that, to bring him to this point of life that he was in now. His two brothers didn’t believe like he did but had followed after the traditional Pentecostal faith of their father and grandmother. But being the last son, Alan had chosen to fulfill his Italian mother’s one desire, that one of her sons would be a priest. However, Alan had found that so many things that his brother had said to him proved true. And often this had caused him to question his own faith.

Before, he had to work all day in the hospital and then work several hours at night as a waiter in a local restaurant, just to keep up the payments on his expensive one-bedroom apartment in the busy Washington, DC, area and to keep up the payments on his car, which stayed in the shop more than on the road. He had prayed many times, Lord, help me. You know I’m trying to do your work. But when the help came, it was such a shock it almost knocked him off his feet.

***

It had been two weeks after he had returned home from that last ski trip two years ago that things had changed. He was standing at the nurse’s station at Holy Cross Hospital filling out the report on his last patient when the message came over the intercom.

Dr. Alan Turner, will you please report to the head administrator’s office.

Alan was tired and wanted to go home. What now, he thought.

He knocked at the administrator’s door and received a Come in. As Alan stepped inside, his eyes fell on a large rotund man in a very expensive suit. At the turn of his head, he saw the girl he had rescued. He recognized her from the newspaper photos. He knew she didn’t know him, but immediately he realized she might recognize his voice, so he just nodded and looked at the administrator.

He stood up and said, Alan, this is Mr. David Wellington and his daughter, Clarisse.

Again Alan nodded and said nothing.

The man stood and extended his hand. Dr. Turner, I want to thank you for saving my daughter’s life.

Alan was taken aback; he glanced from him to the girl, to the administrator, then back to the man.

The man smiled. I know you didn’t want anyone to know it was you, but I strong-armed the owner of the lodge to tell me. Clarisse is not only my only daughter but my only child, period, and I wanted to do something to show the man who saved her life how grateful I am. Sit down.

Alan obeyed.

Now, I want to offer you a little financial help with your medical training.

Alan raised his hand and shook his head.

I’m sorry, sir. I’m sure you mean well, but since Dr. Dickerson here haven’t told you, let me say first of all, I want no reward for saving your daughter’s life. Second, I am not only a doctor, but I am also a priest. My loyalties lie with the church. Any donations must be turned over to the church. Thank you, but I can’t accept your gift. He stood, nodded, shot a glance at the administrator, and walked out.

As he exited the elevator into the parking lot two days later, two men stepped up in front of him. His first thought was that he was about to be mugged.

Dr. Turner?

Yes, Alan said slow and cautious.

Will you come with us please?

Alan didn’t move. Where?

Just come with us, sir. You’ll see. One on both sides of him, they took hold of his arms. Alan began to pray. Suddenly, a peace flowed over him. He stopped walking, reached up, and removed the men’s hands from his arms one at a time. They looked at him, and he began to walk independently ahead. They stopped at a large black limousine and opened the door. Alan looked at the men again then bent down and looked in the car.

Good evening, Dr. Turner, David Wellington said.

Alan got in and sat down, saying nothing. The car drove off.

Alan, may I call you Alan? David Wellington said.

Alan nodded.

I want you to relax. I just want to talk. He pulled out a large cigar and offered Alan one.

I don’t smoke, and I wish you wouldn’t either, Alan said.

The older man smiled and put the cigar back in its case.

Mr. Wellington, I don’t mean any harm, but I’m tired, and I have another job to go to, so will you make this quick, Alan said.

I’m an old man, Alan, and used to having my own way. My daughter is all I have since her mother died. And I look out for those that look out for me.

Alan started to say something, but the older man held up his hand.

I understand your devotion to the church, and I don’t want to cross that in any way. So this is what I did. I opened a savings account in the name of S. A. Turner Jr. at the bank that I own. Nobody knows about this account but my head accountant, you, and me. If any inquiry comes up, your social security number will send a red flag through the office, and your account will show your regular savings account under Alan Turner, with the meager three hundred that you have in it.

How did you know that? Alan snapped, a little angry at the invasion of his privacy.

The man smiled.

I have my ways, Dr. Turner. By the way, neither your savings nor your checking account is any longer at the bank that you had it in. They have been closed out and moved to my bank, First Central. The old man leaned over and handed Alan an envelope. Here are your new cards with your account numbers and new checkbooks. Alan opened the envelope and looked at the items. He looked up at Wellington as he held the gold card in his hand.

That is your secret account. Any time you need to access this account, you use that card number.

Alan didn’t know what to do. Certainly this couldn’t be legal, he thought. He heard a little voice inside of him saying, I will bless them that bless you. Accept it.

And just what is it that you want from me? Alan asked.

I want you to accept this, because I want to bless you for the blessing you were to me.

Alan was taken aback at almost the same words he had heard in his spirit.

I also put you on the board of directors. You will be one of those making decisions to how the bank is run. And this is perfectly legal, because many of your church leaders hold high positions like this. All I need you to do is sign this paper so that we will have your signature on record. However, if you need to make a transaction from your gold card account, call the number on the card, and speak to Mr. Waters. He leaned over, handing Alan a pen. You can take time to read it, if you wish.

Alan looked at him then turned his head and looked out the window. He was surprised to see they were sitting across from the restaurant where he worked. He looked back at Mr. Wellington, who cocked his head to