This is the second of four samples from the second publication of MyMS, Let It Break. Now available on Amazon for Kindle and on paperback
Delilah Greco stepped into the confession box. Her third trimester belly plunged through the curtain. She took her time lowering herself onto the bench, sighing once she was completely seated. Father Whelan inhaled the bouquet of freesia and vanilla, a scent she always carried with her. He could never forget that perfume, and the pleasure it brought with it. It was that same scent which had overpowered the purpose of his clerical collar years ago.
“Father, I have sinned. It has been ten months since I last confessed. I have fornicated, murdered, and lusted. That is all.”
Father Whelan began to sweat. The tone of her voice and the sound of her sins were like barbed wire tearing through his heart. After a brief moment of silence, he spoke, trying to steady his voice.
“Delilah, why have you come here?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you and the baby we lost…I’m scared. I don’t know if I can take care of this baby by myself.”
“You have your mother and sister, plus I will be sending you something every chance I get. I thought you were moving to Nevada? I gave you fare for the plane three months ago. Where have you been staying?”
“My mom kicked me out when she noticed I was gaining weight, and she saw the bottle of prenatal pills under my pillow. I did go to Nevada, but only for three weeks…I missed my friends and Hailey…she’s the only one that seems happy for me. I’ve been staying with her. She said once I graduate from high school she might be able to get me a job at the diner with her, but that’s not for another two years. I don’t even know if I’m gonna graduate, I’m already behind in some of my classes. Eamon, why won’t you leave this place? Why won’t you be with me like you promised?”
Father Whelan felt a growing lump in his throat and began to sob. He couldn’t believe how he had ruined this young girl’s life. He wasn’t sure if his first plan of sending her away to Mary’s Embrace, a home for pregnant teens, would solve her problems since he was only thinking about his. Now she had returned, making matters complicated again.
“Delilah, I have told you that my calling keeps me here, it keeps me here for the greater good. I cannot be a father to that child, I cannot carry on this mistake…”
“Mistake? Mistake! Are you calling our children a mistake? Eamon!”
“Please lower your voice Delilah, no one must hear-“
“Hear what? Hear what an asshole you are? You don’t want them to hear how you’ve been after me since my first communion? How you made me get an abortion before I started eighth grade? I can’t keep doing this, it’s killing me Eamon, it’s killing me.” She cried. They both cried together. She for her ignorance of being in love with a man of the cloth, and he for not using better judgment, for not extending his will power enough to refuse the beauty of her innocence. Tears of regret poured down their damp cheeks.
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