Sober Faith (Payton Skky Series #2)

Sober Faith (Payton Skky Series #2)

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Payton Skky and her girlfriends are in their senior year at their Georgia high school and loving every minute of it. But the rest of Payton's crew has strayed from God and continues to make bad decisions. While chasing after a good time, her friends begin experimenting with alcohol, drugs, and sexual sin. How can Payton help her girls turn toward God and away from…  See more details below


Payton Skky and her girlfriends are in their senior year at their Georgia high school and loving every minute of it. But the rest of Payton's crew has strayed from God and continues to make bad decisions. While chasing after a good time, her friends begin experimenting with alcohol, drugs, and sexual sin. How can Payton help her girls turn toward God and away from those sins? Can she resist her own impulses to try things she knows are against God's will? See if Payton discovers how to show her friends that true faith is sober faith.

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Moody Publishers
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Payton Skky Series, #2
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5.42(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.29(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Sober Faith

By Stephanie Perry Moore

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2000 Stephanie Perry Moore
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57567-778-1


Toasting Into Trouble

Payton Skky you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on," my boyfriend genuinely whispered in my ear, as we waltzed across the ballroom in high style.

Leaning my head on his strong shoulder, I quickly replied, "I don't know how I look on the outside, but on the inside being in your arms makes me feel like Cinderella."

Continuing to twirl, I reflected on why I was so happy now, and how the last several months had been more trying than any other period of my short seventeen years. I'd been through quite a bit. Yet, as I trusted God to straighten out my problems, life had gotten remarkably better.

See, I used to date a guy named Dakari Graham. That's Kari 'The Bomb' Graham. This guy is drop-dead fine: caramel skin, perfect flashing smile, and an 'all that' personality. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was Denzel Washington's little brother. Boy, is he smooth.

Anyway, we were together for two great but crazy years. On again, off again—better, best, and sometimes worst. Even though things weren't perfect, I still thought we'd get married one day. You know, high school sweethearts graduating into eventual wedded bliss.

Sounds great, BUT, Dakari had a different agenda. To be blunt, he broke up with me because I wouldn't put out. He found someone else to give him what I wouldn't. Honestly, it hurt badly that Dakari would rather have none of me if he couldn't have one particular thing. It took a long time, too, for me to see that. I had to get past all the fluff to see that Mr. Graham was missing one particular characteristic. In all his beauty, he failed to hold a strong love for the Lord as deeply in his heart as he held his ego. Luckily, before it was too late, I learned that it's better to please God than to please a guy.

After struggling and straining to stay pure, both physically and spiritually, I chose the higher ground and walked away. What a great choice.

"What are you thinking so hard about, pretty lady?" my escort inquired.

"Oh, nothing," I replied. "I'm just so blessed to be here with you."

When I trusted my heavenly Father and dwelt in His goodness, the Lord soothed my aching heart. He helped me turn my focus back squarely toward Him. See, God knew better than I that I needed much more in my life than just a cute guy. He knew I needed to firmly trust Him in my love life, my friendships, everything. After I got the lesson, the Lord sent my way one of His own to call my own. Mr. Tad Taylor and I have only been dating for a few months, but he's a strong, godly guy. Plus, he's tall, dark, and handsome. That doesn't hurt either.

Although staying pure 'til marriage will be tough, with Tad there's no pressure. We both have the same goal. He actually has a deep relationship with the Lord, which helps him stay strong. That relationship means more to him than anything he could get from me. He's so much unlike my former beau, Mister "I-want-it, I-get-it," who only cared about satisfying his flesh.

The music was bold, yet sweet. The moment was precious and priceless. The ballroom was strikingly elegant, decked out in red, white, and gold floral. Mom and her Link sisters had really outdone themselves putting this affair together. As Tad and I moved in rhythm with the other dancers, I took it all in and silently reminded myself to tell Mom, "Thanks."

Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw my three girlfriends: Rain, Lynzi, and Dymond. We had a sisterhood that meant more to me than a million-dollar savings bond. We were all different, yet genuinely enjoyed each other.

We'd just gone through a terrible misunderstanding—the kind that happens when you make assumptions and jump to conclusions without getting the facts. Fortunately, God allowed us to not be deceived with foolish lies. Thus, we straightened things out and vowed to remain close forever. This Debutante Ball was so special because all of us were overjoyed that our friendship was back intact.

Of the three, I'm the closest to Rain. We've been buddies since we were tots. Rain is my confidante and I'm hers. There's nothing we can't talk about. Although sometimes we don't agree, there's never a time we won't hear each other out. We try to tell each other the truth—the real, hard truth.

As I glanced at the gorgeous, tall, slender girl nearby, I couldn't believe our time on the same road was fading out towards different paths. She was dancing with her equally tall beau, Tyson, who didn't go to our school, Lucy Laney. He went to one of our rival schools, T.W. Josey.

Then there was Lynzi. Boy, had the two of us gone through a lot lately! Both of us had had boyfriend problems. Not only are there biblical reasons not to have sex before you are married, but Lynzi found out there could be terrible consequences to that sin as well. My girl had a close call; she thought she was pregnant. By grace, only grace, she was not. Luckily, things are looking up for her too, although she is back with her all too pushy guy, Bam. Supposedly, she's got a different mind-set this time. She's trying not to make the same mistake again. I hope she succeeds.

And Dymond, how gorgeous she is as she turns. To think people used to call her fat. Yeah, she's chunky, but boy is she fly. Her thick-framed boyfriend Fatz is crazy, fun, and cool.

My parents seemed so proud sitting nearby as they gazed at me. My mom wanted me to be a deb for years. She is a member of The Links organization, who sponsors this event. At first, I didn't think I'd like being a debutante, but I have truly enjoyed the experience.

Being a deb is as precious as being a budding rose, blooming and blossoming in your own time. We young ladies are learning to make the most out of every day and trying to spring forth goodness. Yet, even as we change, we hope to change into something better.

As we did the figure eight dance and changed partners, I was paired with my ex-boyfriend. He is a senior, just like me, at the same high school. He told me he was going to back down from coming on so strong, but as I noticed him caressing my back and drawing me even closer to him, I kinda figured something else was up.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't you realize it won't work for us anymore? You called it off at the beginning of the school year to date someone else. You didn't want me then, and I don't want you now," I breathed, full of emotion.

"Yeah, I hear what you say, but I also hear my heart. You just met that Tad dude, man. Ya'll only been together ... what, a couple months? We were together for years, baby, for years, and you s'pose to be mine. I'm sorry, I just gotta let you know that when you want this, when you want what you used to have, it's yours," Dakari verbalized, as he spun me back into the arms of the one I wanted to be with.

"What was that all about? The brother seemed like he was sayin' some things I'd have a problem with," Tad voiced in an overprotective tone.

"It was nothing. Kari just made me realize that sometimes you don't know what you have until it's gone, and now that I have you I don't want to make Dakari's mistake. So let's not waste time talking about him. Let's continue enjoying this magical moment, 'cause I can't imagine anything going wrong. Our proms are coming up, and pretty soon we'll be graduating, then summer, then college. And I'm ready for it all!" I said to him excitedly.

Tad then flung me back into the arms of Dakari once again. I hated to leave his embrace, but I knew we'd be apart for only a brief moment. My eyes, however, couldn't focus in on my present dance partner. They lingered on the one who owned my heart.

"Why you keep staring at the brother?" Dakari voiced with jealousy. "Him and Starr are all the way on the other side of the room. You got the best-lookin' dude in the place right here. So, check me out!"

I teased, "Someone wants my attention ... how precious."

Waltzing with Dakari wasn't so terrible. Actually, we were laughing at some of everything. I was glad that he seemed to be cool with us being friends. That's the only way it would ever be.

"Stop, stop putting your hands all over me!" I heard coming from across the room.

The most physically attractive girl at the ball was acting as if she'd lost her mind. And the scariest part about it to me, as I stared at her pushing away from the guy she was twirling with, was that it was Tad Taylor. My escort. Although the orchestra kept playing the music, we all stopped dancing.

Forty-nine debs and forty-nine escorts all turned inwardly to view the spectacle before us.

Starr's long, black, shiny hair was swishing back and forth, as she was pointing at Tad in the weirdest way. He, on the other hand, kept his poise and tried to calm her down.

"What are you talking about? Touch you? We're just dancing," he retorted.

"D-d-don't you try ... d-d-don't you even act like you weren't trying to get this," Starr mumbled, stuttering and falling all at once.

Dakari got over there just in time to catch her before she fell to the floor. No one knew what was up. We all were so scared. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Love, rushed on to the floor.

Before they could get to her Dakari yelled, "She's OK, she's OK. She just passed out."

His words calmed everyone down. At least she hadn't died right there before us. And then Dakari explained, "She's drunk."

I rushed to Tad's side. "Oh my gosh, what's going on?" I said to him.

"Yo' boy's right. She kept tripping over me. Out of nowhere she started accusing me of stuff. Then she just passed out. But I smelled something on her breath and asked her if she was OK."

She's drunk. Inebriated. Intoxicated. How could someone pour down so much alcohol that they would pass out? She had to be totally out of her mind to drink so much. She had been humiliated earlier in the evening when this guy from the crowd called her some horrible names; maybe it had been too much for her to take.

Dakari and Mr. Love carried Starr off to the side. As she slowly came to, her sluggish body wasn't its usual together self. It was weird to witness.

Amazingly, the music hadn't stopped. However, no one felt like dancing, most of all Tad. Even though it was a lie, the accusations still hurt.

Velda Flannery, the choreographer, started pushing everyone to get in line for the last dance, The Promenade March. We were to march and parade ourselves before the crowd one last time and then march out into the lobby. As the group began the dance, the pep in our step was lost. Even though I was in a daze over the whole thing myself, I turned to Tad to help him regain his zeal for the moves.

"It's OK. Everybody knows she was making it up, Tad. Try to forget it," I urged.

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with what she said," Tad told me.

He was very frustrated. I hated the fact that something was weighing heavy on his mind. I hoped he'd open up.

"People don't ever think about it ... consequences ... actions. I wish folks would think about stuff. Then ..." Tad counseled the air.

He was so disgusted that he couldn't even finish his thought. Although he never regained his enthusiasm, we finished the dance. I was so thankful that he was my escort. As we marched out of the place, I thought, though it wasn't a perfect night, Tad was surely a perfect date.

* * *

About thirty minutes had passed. Everyone stood in line to take pictures with their escorts under the display of roses. Even though the fizzle had faded from our evening like a soda turns flat, Tad and I managed to pose with a smile.

"Are you ready? I'm kinda ready to go," Tad said to me after our shots were finished.

"No, no, we can't go now. They're ... um ... having refreshments for us in the back room. Just hang with me for a few more minutes. Please?" I begged him with puppy dog eyes, trying to convince him to stay.

Tad agreed to stay. When we entered the other room, he went to stand with my girlfriends' escorts, Tyson, Bam, and Fatz. I sat down with my girls, and we reviewed the night's events.

"Miss Starr had two episodes tonight, ya'll. See, ya trip on folks and that stuff comes back to you," Dymond giggled.

"'Ya'll'! What kinda word is that? With the GPA you have and all the stuff you've got going for you, you talk so crazy, Dy," I said, actually trying to stop the gossip.

My three friends looked at me as if I was the one who was crazy. Slang is all we ever speak to each other. It's our own language. It's who we are. How we breathe.

I sounded like my mother. "OK, OK, OK, I'm trippin'," I apologized.

They all shook their heads in agreement and we laughed. The detour had worked. At least we weren't still bashing Starr. I was kinda angry too. I figured she had enough to deal with without us trippin'. Suddenly, we all felt a chill and simultaneously turned our heads toward the door.

"I kinda feel sorry for her," I said to my three girlfriends.

Starr was standing there in front of all of her peers. She had to be embarrassed. She had to be humiliated. Dakari was nowhere around.

"Who's she lookin' for?" Rain questioned.

"Don't know, but I saw Dakari leave. He's through with that girl. And needs to be," Lynzi said.

"Why do you feel sorry for her anyway, Payton?" Dymond asked. "Who cares about her? All the drama she gave you, taking yo' man and stuff. Tryin' to get your other one. And you feel sorry for her. Tuhh! Give me a break."

I couldn't answer them. Starr had made my senior year crazy. To a rational person, it did seem kinda stupid for me to care about her feelings and to care about her pain so much. But I did care. I cared a lot. We were about to graduate in a few months. Prom was before us, and our summer was full of expectations. Then college right down the road. Yet, I couldn't feel completely happy when someone else was sad.

I left my friends to go to Starr's side. Before I could get there, Starr started towards Tad. "OK, OK, what's going on?" I said to myself. "What is she saying to him?" Tad saw me and reached his hand out to mine. I came over to his side.

Strangely enough, Starr unexpectedly replied with remorse, "I owe you both an apology. Um, I'm sorry. I feel sick now and I know I made a fool of myself, but I didn't have to say what Dakari said I said to you. I actually can't even remember too much, but ... I just want to tell you that I'm sorry."

"You should be sorry, you lush!" was yelled out from some unknown, cruel person in the room.

Whoever said that terrible remark should have been thrown out. However, the sponsors weren't around yet. Plus, no one knew who said it.

Starr picked up the bottom of her dress and left the premises. Although once again I felt bad for her, I knew I couldn't solve all her problems. So, I did the only thing anyone could do to help her. I silently prayed.

"Lord, she needs You," I breathed at heaven. "Starr Love needs Your help."

"Let's go!" Bam came behind Tad and me and whispered. "I got a surprise for ya'll in my ride. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

* * *

After gathering the group, all of us were finally out at Bam's car. He went to the trunk and pulled out a bottle. At first, I didn't know what to make of the situation.

"Man, what's up?" Tad asked.

"Ahh, just a little som'n, som'n to celebrate this wonderful accomplishment. You know, the coming out of these fo' beautiful ladies."

Bam started passing cups around. Dymond and Lynzi grabbed theirs instantly. Rain hesitated, but then slowly took a cup herself. Like a heart in two pieces, I was torn.

Tad gently leaned over to me and uttered, "I don't want any part of this. Let's go."

My girlfriends looked at me and could sense my reluctance. I almost felt as if they were in my ear and heard every private word Tad spoke to me. Though it wasn't a cool evening, the confrontation chilled me.

Tad didn't wait around for my decision. He left me standing with the group. His dark frame, usually so upbeat, now took on a somber appearance. Watching him stroll away, I sensed his disappointment.

As Tad walked away Bam blurted, "Man, don't be no punk. It ain't nothin' but a lil' sip. What's up? Ya can't handle that?"

"Man ... whatever," Tad retorted, turned, and retreated. "Not that I owe you any explanation, but I don't touch the sauce. My Bible tells me not to. Havin' God's approval is more important than yours."

"Alright then, church boy. I hear ya. Hope ya don't mind if I have a lil' nip-nip?" Bam kiddingly questioned.

With a serious expression, Tad replied, "Sad scene, brother, if your 'little' turns into a lot. Then the next thing you know, you and this car end up in a ditch somewhere."

Surely he was exaggerating. What could it really hurt? I thought. I mean it was really only just a few sips. Nothing more! I wasn't going to drink the whole bottle. Besides, I had never tried alcohol. I was curious.

I knew Lynzi dabbled with it. Her mom let her drink wine at home. She had been trying to get me to taste it for a while. I wasn't interested in doing so, 'til that moment.

As I watched Bam pour my glass, I had some doubts. Although I knew I shouldn't, I really wanted to. That desire to be daring grew stronger as I heard the sizzle fill my cup.

"Are you ready?" Tad probed, as he returned and nudged my shoulder.

Firmly, I replied, "No, I want to try it."

Disgusted with me, he stormed away. As I slowly lifted my glass, I reassured myself that I did want to do this. Life was changing for me. So many good things were happening. I deserved a celebration. "Cheers," Bam toasted.

Before the alcoholic beverage could touch my tongue, I witnessed my boyfriend kick his car door. Doing what I wanted was causing us problems. The thought of losing him over champagne made me begin to taste how bitterly stupid that choice might prove to be.


Excerpted from Sober Faith by Stephanie Perry Moore. Copyright © 2000 Stephanie Perry Moore. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
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Sober Faith (Payton Skky Series #2) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book really woke me up to reality. In many ways I can really relate to Payton. Just like her I try to do the right thing but my friends fall short and just like her I had to realize that I may think some of the things and ways that my friends do. This book taught me a lesson that I'll never forget. You must get yourself together before you can help anybody else.
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My character is cinderella from the book called sober faith.This is the story of a 17 year old high school student who is a god fairing religious girl.who has had many hard teenage dicisions to deal with.The story begins with her breaking up with her ex-boyfriend Dakari Graham who is not into religion and has no values and wants cinderella to have sex before she is in committed relationship and marriage.S o before long she meets a new booyfriend named Tad Taylor who wants the same things out of life that she does.Before long everyone goes to a dance and cinderella and Tad runs into her ex-boyfriend who invites them to an after party alongs with cinderellas best friends.Rain,Lynzi,and Dymond whom are sometimes religious sometimes not. Well the party is in full swing and drinks are being passed around and Cinderella's best friends are lured into drinking while her and Tad just look on, it gets to be late around 2:00 a.m. and everyone starts to leave the party drunk. Some are hanging around doing drugs and having sex in the rooms. Cinderella then decides it's time to call her parents instead of riding where the party goes and just as she's about to leave, she goes back in and gets her three girl friends and tells them to ride with her and her boyfriend and that her parents will drop them off. Little did she know, upon returning to school the following Monday the people she was supposed to ride with got killed by driving drunks. She ran home later that day to tell her Mom and her Mom said 'Well, that's some Sober Faith for you, isn't it?' I think what I have learned from this story is God has many ways to talk to his people that stay in prayer and live by his ways, and you must have faith in yourself and trust his word.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was very helpful. It made me think twice about drinking and smoking. I think everyone should read this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
By reading this book I've learned some valuable things about life and how to take control of it. However, yet this book taught you life lessons, it taught them from a teenager's point of view. This book is far from boring and is very much exciting. I could read this continuous times and still react as if it was my first.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Sober Faith, whoo, is the 'Bomb'!!!!!!!!!! It teaches you to 'not touch the sauce'(as Tad would say), drinking can lead you into the wrong state of mind, loose frinends, but most of all, loosing a loved one!!!!! But what I like about this book is, at the end, they all vale to stay friends at the end. Ms. Moore, all of your Payton Skky books are the bomb. If you never go into a book of history, remember you'll always be in mine. Keep up the good work!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is Just great see I have a problem I start to read a book but then I never finsh reading them. BUT THIS WAS NOT THE CASE IN THE PAYTON SKKY SEREIS I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ANY OF THEM YET YOU NEED TO CHECK IT OUT! If you are a young teen like my self than you should read these books to give you a since of courge! READ THESE BOOKS
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I was reluctant to read this book at first, because I thought it was going to be "too religious" and "preachy", but when I started, I couldn't put it down. No matter what religion or color you are every young girl should read this book, because a young woman deals with the problems that most of us deal with in a mature, educated way.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book before this one and these books just keep getting better and better. Ms. Moore's books are true inspiration and i feel like 'finally, a book i can relate to'. that's something that never happens to me. this book is one that every young female should be reading, no matter race. jus do me a favor and check it out. it will be worth your while.