She was walking down a hallway. It seemed familiar, somehow she remembered it. Something told her it was a memory she did not want to relive. In that instant she knew she was dreaming. She knew she was reliving the worst day in her life.
She couldn't stop herself, she was walking down the hall of her childhood home. She was walking into the kitchen. The smell of something vial to her wafted into her nose. Daddy's drink… He always had some alcoholic drink in hand. Leaving half empty ones all over the house, demanding she find him the specific one he wanted.
She watched her hand move up to the knob on the door, slowly turning the brass knob and freeing the horrid smell from the kitchen. When her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the kitchen she was met with the sight of her mother on the floor. Her body beaten and bruised, blood starting to pool around her head. She screamed but couldn't manage it. She had no voice. Then… she heard his voice….
"Young lady you should have been home thirty minutes ago! Where the hell were you?" She heard the slers in his voice, he was drunk.
She looked at him, but she was frozen in place. She could only watch as he stood up and stalked over to her; her mother's cast-iron skillet in his hand, blood coating the outer edge of it... her mother's blood.
He lifted up his arm, wound up, and released.
She sat right up screaming bloody murder as she came out of her dream. Waking Loki in the process. She shut her eyes tight and started flailing her arms, at some point she stood up on the bed. Loki, with wide and concerned eyes, tried to catch his wife to calm her down. Yet she was proving too volatile to catch. Reaching for her hands she smacked him across the face a number of times and once managed to scratch the side of his face, that had actually hurt him.
"MICHELLE!" He finally yelled out.
Suddenly she stopped, looking at her husband she began to cry. He knew what her dream had been. He said nothing, she didn't need, nor want, any words from him. She simply wanted him to hold her, and right as she was about to fall asleep again, he dared to speak. Three words that she needed desperately to hear: "I am here."