A/N: I didn't have a clue how to write this… but I just did so e-mail me if it's just crap. We also get a glimpse of Mrs. Coulter's mental health – has she damaged it by drinking?
Mrs. Coulter begs Lyra for forgiveness… but then the unexpected happens…
I held Lyra for what seemed like an eternity – she was still crying over her injuries. Even I was a little bit shocked myself – I'd never, ever intentionally harm my baby – would I?
'Get off me!' Lyra struggled and squirmed in my arms until I released her. Frowning, scowling and wincing in pain, she pulled the covers back over herself.
I started to tuck her in, but Lyra balled her hand into fists under the sheets, turning away from me and I watched as her eyes closed and her body drifted to sleep.
The next morning…
'Lyra? Lyra, wake up.' Getting no answer from my daughter, I tried
again.
'Lyra. Wake up.'
Before I could stop myself, I'd pulled the covers off her, grabbed the back off her t-shirt and thrown her out of the bed.
She landed in a heap on the floor, sobbing.
Ignoring her, I pulled her up, dragging her into another bedroom. The second bedroom was next to the bathroom, this bedroom had its own bathroom attached to it, however.
Without warning her what I was doing, I picked up a white cloth covered with something to knock her unconscious and spun her round, pressing it to her face.
She squirmed and fought but I held her tight, not wanting her to run from me.
I carried her and lay her gently on the double bed, and then I walked out back into the main bedroom – locking the door behind me.
Lyra was staying with me – whether she liked it or not.
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