A/N: SOME OF YOU MAY FIND THIS ENTRY UPSETTING. HOWEVER, I THINK IT'S AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY. THE REST OF THE ENTRIES IN THIS SERIES WILL NOT BE AS SAD...
Booth and Brennan were in a heated argument.
"Why can't you just give it a chance?" Booth was angry.
"I don't want our children's minds corrupted by religion! Teaching them that some fantasy figure loves them and wants them to be happy just leads to disappointment!"
"God is not a fantasy!"
"I know he doesn't exist! I have proof…" Brennan's voice trailed off.
"Proof?"
She nodded. "Do you remember hearing about the foster family that locked me in the car trunk?"
"Because you broke a dish? Yeah…"
"They made me go to church every Sunday. We were yelled at by a minister and told to repent or we'd burn in Hell. I tried to repent…"
"Repent for what?"
"My foster father would come to my room at night and get in bed with me. He'd fondle me and try to abuse me. He told me it was my fault because I'd tempted him. I prayed to God that I'd stop tempting him. When he didn't stop, I prayed that I'd die or he'd die." Tears began to flow. "His wife found him with me, and said I was evil. She kicked me out of the house that night. I was homeless for a few days." Now Brennan was sobbing. "How could a kind god allow that? I knew then God didn't exist."
"Oh, Bones.." Booth embraced his sobbing wife and let her cry. "It wasn't your fault", he murmured, trying to soothe her. "That man was evil, not you."
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I know. I'm fine, Booth." She sighed. "I'm going to go wash my face."
Booth watched her walk away. He knew it was wrong, but he took great satisfaction in his personal belief that the man who had abused Bones would spend a very long time burning in Hell….