What we hold Sacred

She's only 14. Not really old enough to fully understand the consequences. She just likes the way he looks at her. The way he makes her feel. He's much older.

He takes advantage. Doesn't force, but definitely pushes. She likes him so much. She wants to please him. She thinks that if she does this, then he'll never leave. But he will.

The classic tale.

But this time there's a twist.

She get's pregnant.
(That's not the twist)

He refuses to admit that it's his. He leaves and she's all alone. She hides it for months. She can't hide it any longer. Now she has to do something. Everyone she knows will disown her. They'll turn their backs. This isn't acceptable.

She has an idea.

She claims it isn't her fault. She claims that she's done nothing and doesn't know how this happens. She doesn't claim brutality, that still seems sordid. She doesn't want to be tainted. She clings to the only superstition in this culture that will allow her to make such claims. She knows it seems absurd, but she thinks it just might work.

Immaculate Conception.