FIGHTER
Summary. Marion and Robin have a argument, Marion runs into the arms of another man. Robin only finds out when he finds a note addressed to his and Marion's daughter, but is she really Robin's?
Chapter One.
Sunlight beamed into the closed room, a shadow of a man formed on the floor. the man looked around the room trying to decide if it was safe to go in. The room was spotless, only a few things let anyone know that somebody was leaving there. Clothes folded neatly on the bed, a lute resting on the dressing table. Robin eyes drank in every detail of his daughters room, it was far to clean to belong to a normal teenager. Robin walked over to the dresser to get his daughters lute which she had wanted and was to busy to get, when something caught his eye, a letter addressed to his baby girl, in Marions writing was laying beside the lute. Picking it up and checking to make sure no one was looking he opened the letter,
Dearest daughter, forgive me,
I Never meant it to happen, it was never planned and i regret doing it. me and Robin were like any other couple, we had fights, no couple will always see eye to eye. They never lasted long and we always made up in the end. No one is perfect, everyone has their flaws, i had mine, i just never showed anybody not even Robin, he doesn't have to know, no one does. You however have a right to know, it's you this really effects. I'm sorry for not telling you this to your face, that i have to put this into words, but i'm a coward, i was, am scared of how you would take it. The had started out like any other and then we had a row, a big one. I don't even remember why! I've tried to forget that day so hard, i can't even remember what happened. I know i ran away from Robin, out of camp. After that my memory starts to fade, i know for certain that i slept with another man. My biggest mistake. The next day i returned to camp, me and Robin made up and i never told him, never had the guts to. Then i became pregnant, Robin was over joyed, still i never told him i was unfaithful. There is a part of me that says Robin is not your father, you two are like chalk and cheese, every body says that you look like me and after you were born, people said that you didn't look like Robin's daughter and you still don't. Not really, not to the point that i can put my hand on my heart and say Robin is your father. I'm sorry, truly i am, please find in your heart to forgive me, even though i do not desevere forgiveness. I dont regret having you, I just regret not knowing who your father is. Do not tell Robin, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?
So why now, why now tell you the truth? To be honest i dont really know, i just felt guilty and thought, knew you desevered better from me. After all these years, it's time be honest and yes that means i will tell Robin. Maybe i'll write him a letter.
forgive me, you Mother, Marion xxx
Robin put the letter down in shock, horror written on his face, he remembered the aguement clearly, he remembered her leaving and returning the next day, she had never said where she went and he had never asked, he trusted her, how could she do this to him? to them? He put the letter back were he had found it, he should never have read it. Should he leave it there? did he want his daughter to find it? what would her reaction be? angry most likely. he had never doubted for a moment she might not be his, sure they didn't look alike but Robin never felt that it was a problem, maybe that was the problem, he shrugged it off. He would have to confront Marion, before deciding if his little girl should know. He picked both the lute and the letter up and left the room, closing the door behind him, the room was once again in darkness.