The Nun and the Cop....

Sister Mary like all God's creatures was born both a woman and a sinner. She had spent the first 14 years of her life in an abusive home before running away and joining the All Hallows Convent. At first it was purely a place to stay for free and she forced herself through the day's chores, prayers and Bible study. That is until one day it all kicked in. She had woken one Monday morning to see a bright sunbeam shining through her window. Taking it a sign from the almighty, she jumped fully into Convent life and the sisters became her new family. Despite this new found belonging and however much she tried, she still knew she was flawed and prayed every night that her soul would be saved.

Although her first love was Jesus, her true love was to become a man she rescued one night as she stood at the entrance to All Hallows by the main road. He had turned up in a right old mess, tatty clothes, unshaven and aftershave that was more whisky than Hugo Boss. Danny was an alcoholic cop on the way down fast. He had lost his job, family and home all due to his alcoholism. He had nowhere to go apart from the motorway, fastest way down from the nearest overpass. If it wasn't for the convent on the way to the bridge and Mary's kindness Danny would have surely died that night.

The convent agreed to let Danny stay in a spare room they kept for a small group of homeless people they had taken in, and over the next 6 months Mary grew closer to him as she tended to his needs and helped him in his recovery.

She carefully listened to his troubled stories, a life totally different from her own but even the Lord could not tame the tingle she felt in her loins every time they talked. Each night she prayed to God to keep herself chaste, and each night she spent hours looking out of her window at the stars hoping for another sign from the almighty on what she should do to stop these yearnings for her wounded bird and secret love.

However reciting Bible verses together with her Danny, was just not enough. She constantly yearned to be closer to the man she had rescued, that was until one day Danny decided to leave. It was 6 months later and he was now sober and reformed. A man totally unrecognisable from the drunken cop that had appeared that gloomy night all those months ago.

On the day Danny was to leave, Sister Mary decided to walk with him to the gates at the entrance of the Convent. The exact same spot she had found him staggering in the middle of the road, bottle in hand, and with no care whether he lived or died.

As they said goodbye, Danny reflected on the life changing process he had been through and thanked Mary from the bottom of his heart for helping him. He looked so handsome and clean, his soap fresh skin sure smelt better than the cheap bottle of Bells he had first met her covered in.

As he turned to leave, the same bright light beam from the heavens she had seen all those years ago shone down from the heavens again.

It was surely a sign, she pulled at Danny's shoulder as he was about to walk away, and as he turned he was met with a wet passionate kiss from Mary. After a few seconds the two were behind a row of bushes that stood guard to a statue of Jesus making sweet love. It was all Mary had imagined, a 28yr old virgin being broken in for the very first time by the man she had been yearning for. Unfortunately Danny didn't stay, he thanked her with another kiss and said goodbye before walking down the road doing his flies up.

Mary felt happy and complete as she walked back to the convent, she knew it was the right thing to have done but within a month she was feeling sick in the mornings and her monthly visit from “Aunt Flow” had gone. There was no other explanation than that she was up the duff, well and truly pregnant.

As a Catholic, abortion was a mortal sin, and she hid her bump with larger flowing habits to cover herself from any inquiring eyes. However 9 months later in the middle of the night her crotch ran raw and her stomach felt like it was going to explode.

She put a wooden peg in her mouth and bit down hard as she gave birth alone and afraid in her room. With blood flowing everywhere and a pain that stretched from her V to A, her newborn baby sat alone at the foot of her bed, bright blue and still attached to Mary by it's umbilical cord.

Mary knew she would be thrown out of the only safe home she had known if the other nuns found out about the birth and once again she stared at the stars hoping for a sign from God on what she should do.

No sign came, and Mary decided to take things into her own hands. She passed her placenta and threw it out the window. Maybe the trees would get some good from this sin, and silently and calmly she pressed a pillow over the blue baby, until it moved no more. Like a zombie, she placed the dead new born in one of her drawers and cleaned up the bloody mess as silently as possible.

The next few days were a terrifying experience for the young woman, paranoid and anxious every glance from a fellow nun she took as a knowing look of her evil act. She spent the next three days and nights praying for her own and her dead babies soul. Not a morsel of food passed her lips and soon the other nuns started to worry about Mary's unusual behaviour.

It was a Wednesday evening and Mary sullenly walked down a corridor towards her room. She hadn't even thought about disposing of her dead babies body and cared little when she turned the corner to see Sister Agatha along with two policemen by her door.

As she walked towards her fate she recognised the face of one of the cops, it was Danny, demoted but back in uniform. He looked smart and official, and as she silently entered her room she could feel his hand pressed against her back. It calmed her and she thanked him in her mind.

Within minutes of seeing the dead babies corpse she was in cuffs and in the back of a police car with a new destination for home, Holloway Prison. There was no way out. She had committed a mortal sin and must face her punishment both on earth and in Hell.

Danny visited her trial every day, sitting at the back of the court and smiling at Mary as she stood in the dock, head bowed. He had cared about her as much as he could, but he was still a damaged man and had never had the bravery to tell her his true feelings whilst at the convent. Mary had helped heal him back to life but no matter how much he tried he could never forgive himself for the pregnancy and the trial of the woman who had helped him recover from the verge of death.

On the day Mary was sent to prison to serve a four year term for manslaughter by reason of diminished responsibility, Danny's body was found splattered and covered in whisky on the M3 motorway. It was only 200 metres from the All Hallows Convent, the place he had spent the best 6 months of his own short life.

After a rushed meeting, a decision was made. No matter how much the nuns tried to convince themselves they were wedded to God, they were still all human, with human feelings. It was these feelings they needed to protect themselves from, and they decided thereon to not accept struggling males into their home for the good of themselves and the men they could have saved. The temptation of the flesh was just too much.