A seventeen year old lady ran for the back door of her big house into the woods. Her drunken father's screams calling her name "Eliz-a-beth, co-me to-me NOW!!"making her run faster and faster. As she ran her auburn hair flowed in back of her, and green-blue eyes was in a state of wandering. She blankly ran through the woods remembering what brought her to this point.
A ten year old Elizabeth looked up at her fifteen year old brother with a bag in his hand, and tears in her eyes and, asked:
"Robin, Where are you going?"
With a look of self-hatred he answered,
"I'm leaving to Sherwood, a man want me to foster there."
More tears fell from her lovely eyes.
"Robin Mamma just died, you can't leave me now."
"I have to leave this could be the only change to leave from the grips of our father."
"Rob- hiccup-in you-hiccup can't leave-hiccup-hiccup me here."
Elizabeth did not want to be left with her father either, but Robin was leaving to make her deal with her father anger all by herself. Maybe he will come she thought. She voiced her opinion:
"Will you come back for me?"
"I will. I love you," on that note Robin turned to the door, and walked out, leaving a naïve Elizabeth eager to see him again, never knowing that he was never going to return for her.
Month turned into a year until Elizabeth understood that her brother was not coming back. Her love for him turned into bitterness then into hate. Her father had her working in tavern to pay for his drinking. She spent her day cleaning the house, and night serving drinks and singing, while men started at her voluptuous body that she tried to hide underneath ugly colors and baggy clothes. But, this night did not work. The manger of the tavern cornered her when she went to get more beer, and said "If you do not have sex with me your father will be cut off." Elizabeth never cared for drinking so she kneed him in the private area. Ran home to put on knew clothes, and ran into the woods leaving her where she was now. By Herself.