While the waves lapped on the beach, she contemplated on suicide. But what would be the point of ending her life and not airing her side? And is it worth it? Is he worth it?
All her life, she thought that serving God is the most important thing. She grew up with a devout family. While walking her way to school she would always recite the rosary. She garnered lots of praise for being a good and religious girl. Other mothers envied her mother for having an obedient child like her.
She avoided relationships in high school. Her mother told her that boys are all the same - devilish. They are only interested in sex, according to her. She focused her attention on the sacraments and catechism. She studied the letters of St. Paul and she would always quote the Psalms when she would do her recitations at schools. He would always go to the convent to serve... she would volunteer cleaning the receiving area and the kitchen. She would even go to the wet market for food.
It was when Fr. Tom arrived as the new parish priest when everything changed. She felt a certain thrill when she saw him in the convent with only his boxer shorts. A pang of longing was awakened. Her interest to be at the convent intensified.
Fr. Tom was young. Thirtysomething... Every time her college subjects would be up, she would then rush to the convent to prepare the priest's food. She even volunteered to wash the priest's clothes and...boxer shorts.
It was when the priest asked her inside his room for a massage when she felt her weakness. She could not control herself from trembling when she touched the young priest's skin with the intoxicating scent of chamomile.
"Are you cold, Therese?" Fr. Tom asked in a husky voice.
"Yes," she answered weakly. The priest stood and turned the air-conditioning system to Low Cool. But it was not the temperature, it was something inside her...a monster was awakened near her belly. The hot rush of something went straight to her face she got flushed cheeks...
*****
Their copulation became their habit. It was bliss for her and judging with the groans of the priest, she could understand that it was also blissful for him...
But now with the waves in front of her, she is wondering what to do next. What would be her parents' reaction when they'd know that she is pregnant with a priest's child? Would they curse her? What about the parishioners who started talking behind her back?
She clutches on the potion the "hilot" gave her and started picturing the baby inside convulsing with pain as the toxins attack the underdeveloped organs... She whispers in prayer:
Hail Mary full of grace, blessed are you amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
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All her life, she thought that serving God is the most important thing. She grew up with a devout family. While walking her way to school she would always recite the rosary. She garnered lots of praise for being a good and religious girl. Other mothers envied her mother for having an obedient child like her.
She avoided relationships in high school. Her mother told her that boys are all the same - devilish. They are only interested in sex, according to her. She focused her attention on the sacraments and catechism. She studied the letters of St. Paul and she would always quote the Psalms when she would do her recitations at schools. He would always go to the convent to serve... she would volunteer cleaning the receiving area and the kitchen. She would even go to the wet market for food.
It was when Fr. Tom arrived as the new parish priest when everything changed. She felt a certain thrill when she saw him in the convent with only his boxer shorts. A pang of longing was awakened. Her interest to be at the convent intensified.
Fr. Tom was young. Thirtysomething... Every time her college subjects would be up, she would then rush to the convent to prepare the priest's food. She even volunteered to wash the priest's clothes and...boxer shorts.
It was when the priest asked her inside his room for a massage when she felt her weakness. She could not control herself from trembling when she touched the young priest's skin with the intoxicating scent of chamomile.
"Are you cold, Therese?" Fr. Tom asked in a husky voice.
"Yes," she answered weakly. The priest stood and turned the air-conditioning system to Low Cool. But it was not the temperature, it was something inside her...a monster was awakened near her belly. The hot rush of something went straight to her face she got flushed cheeks...
*****
Their copulation became their habit. It was bliss for her and judging with the groans of the priest, she could understand that it was also blissful for him...
But now with the waves in front of her, she is wondering what to do next. What would be her parents' reaction when they'd know that she is pregnant with a priest's child? Would they curse her? What about the parishioners who started talking behind her back?
She clutches on the potion the "hilot" gave her and started picturing the baby inside convulsing with pain as the toxins attack the underdeveloped organs... She whispers in prayer:
Hail Mary full of grace, blessed are you amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
(art:grandwallpapers.com)
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