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  M.I.A

  By: Lizzie Swale

  Table of Contents

  M.I.A Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  BONUS BOOKS

  BLIND DATE WITH THE PRESIDENT

  TAKEN BY THE FIGHTER

  M.I.A

  Chapter 1

  Jane stirred some honey into her tea and was comforted by the sound of the spoon on the chipped mug. She was worried about Kyle. He kept telling her not to worry, that everything would be alright; even though they both knew there wasn’t any way for him to promise that. It was just something people said to each other when they knew things could get bad. Kyle was a platoon leader in Charlie Company. From what little Jane understood of his job Kyle was what many people referred to as a ‘door kicker’. She’d never asked him if he’d ever literally kicked any doors in. Jane took a sip of her tea and realized that she didn’t really know that much about Kyle’s job. He never really went into it with her. He always just brushed her questions off and said there wasn’t much to talk about.

  Kyle was in the National Guard, but even though the guard commercials on television told people that the gig was one weekend a month, two weeks out of the year, it seemed like Kyle was gone much more than that. There was the Annual Summer Training event that was always over two weeks long. In fact, for the last Annual Training event, Kyle had gone overseas to train with Italian special forces—he’d missed a whole month at home. That was hard on Jane. She wanted to have kids, but how were they supposed to raise kids if Kyle was always in a constant flux between home and away?

  As Jane looked down into her cup of tea she wondered when she’d hear the sound of his pickup truck in the driveway. During his Guard shifts he would come home very late only to turn around and get up at dawn to head off to work—the Guard didn’t care if they made it hard for him at home. Right now, it was almost ten, and he wasn’t answering her texts. Sometimes he wouldn’t and then he’d surprise her with his headlights. When she’d confronted him about his lack of response to her texts, he’d told her it was mandatory protocol at the drill center. It seemed to Jane that command was always copping an attitude about something. They wanted every soldier ‘ready to deploy at a moment’s notice’. When the soldiers started getting DUI’s when responding to the finger snapping, command responded by dismissing the soldiers only to call them back hours later.

  As Jane stared down into her cup she wondered if Kyle would ever get over playing soldier. He hadn’t deployed yet, though, but Jane could tell that he wanted to go. It was starting to make her bitter, thinking about all the time that Kyle spent away from her. It just didn’t make sense to be in a relationship with someone who was physically absent. And when he wasn’t physically gone, he was emotionally absent.

  She brushed her hair behind her ears and took the pewter framed portrait they had taken last summer in her hand. They were such a good-looking couple: Kyle with his broad shoulders, blue eyes, short blonde hair and stunning smile; Jane with her hourglass figure, silky black hair, and porcelain complexion. When they stood together for photos people always complimented them and told them how good they looked together, as if they were made for each other. It was something that she liked to hear, that they were made for each other. Probably because deep down, it was something that she wasn’t too sure about. Sometimes the bond that they shared seemed stronger than the bond that other military couples shared, then other days she felt like they didn’t even know each other.

  As the minutes ticked by she reminisced about a Christmas a few years ago, when they were just out of college and totally broke. They had been independently stressed about being able to afford gifts for each other. At the time, she’d had hair down her back all the way to her ass, and she’d never, ever considered cutting it. Kyle loved playing with her hair and she often woke up to him twirling her strands around his thick fingers. But her hair was valuable, so she’d made the arrangements to cut it off right before Christmas to buy him a new band for his grandfather’s antique watch.

  When Kyle saw her he was shocked into silence, and Jane was heartbroken. She was hoping that her new pixie cut would give her a Demi Moore vibe. Kyle hadn’t said anything. He simply offered up his gift. Her hands trembled as she opened up the gift box to find a very expensive silver hairbrush.

  “Oh my God, Kyle,” she’d sobbed, not being able to stop herself from crying. It turns out he’d pawned his grandfather’s watch for the brush. In the end, she convinced him to return the brush, with the promise that they would go together to buy it once her hair had grown back. She went the next day and bought his grandfather’s watch from the pawn shop just off the base.

  She wondered if Kyle remembered. Well, of course he did. But she wondered what he thought about it now, and how he felt about the relationship after all the years they’d been together. She wasn’t so sure she was really happy anymore and her doubts were weighing on her.

  What if something bad happened to Kyle during training? Or what if he got deployed?

  Jane wasn’t sure what she would do if either of those things happened, and both of them were a very real possibility for her husband. All she wanted was for the both of them to be happy, and she didn’t think that the want for happiness necessarily excluded Kyle’s military service, but it did certainly exclude him being maimed or killed. But how was she to bring up such things to him? It was so hard to talk to him about how she felt deep down.

  She tried and tried to understand his dedication. And after months of thinking and analyzing she still couldn’t understand how the Guard and his job meant more to him than his relationship with his wife. He was great at making her feel guilty about her need to have him around. He argued that his Nation needed him more than anything else, and that his sacrifices wouldn’t be in vain. But with so much going on overseas that was completely and totally negative it was hard to look at a deployment as a sacrifice that mattered. Jane wouldn’t dare utter this sentiment as she knew it would go over like a lead balloon. However, Jane knew veterans who had gone to Iraq that now said it was a complete waste of their time. Would Kyle go over and come back bitter and disenfranchised from the system like they had?

  As Jane was lost in thought Kyle’s truck headlights flashed her in the eyes as he pulled into the driveway. Jane heard the door of his truck slam, then the sound of his boots on the pavement as he walked up to the door. She didn’t know if she was angry at him or not. She always felt this way when he would ignore her texts, even though she knew that there were legitimate reasons behind him ignoring her, that he was just following orders. And she knew how selfish of her it was to wish that he only thou
ght of her, especially when so many young men depended on his leadership. Jane knew deep down that while she was a good wife she didn’t really understand what he was going through and also didn’t understand what it was like to be in the military. She liked to think that she wasn’t a self-centered person, but if that were really true she would be more upset at the Company and less upset at Kyle. Of course, she had every right to be upset, but directing it at her husband made no sense.

  “Hey good looking,” Kyle said as he stepped through the door, letting in a blast of cold air. “How are you doing?”

  She sat looking down into her mug for a brief second before she glanced up at him.

  “I’m all right,” she said. And then, because she just couldn’t help herself, “Why didn’t you answer my texts?”

  Kyle just shook his head and didn’t answer, instead made his way over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water.

  “I’ve got news, babe,” Kyle said.

  He leaned back against the counter top by the sink, then hopped up onto it so he was sitting on the very edge, the tips of the toes of his boots tracing small circles on the tile floor.

  Jane’s heart sank. She knew before he said anything that he was being deployed. She knew that they were both going to suffer while he was overseas. But she also knew that of the two of them, only one of them was putting their life on the line, and that only one of them had been driven to sign on the dotted line of a military contract and serve their Nation. This just wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to lose Kyle for any amount of time, much less to a battle for an unspecified amount of time – maybe even forever.

  “We’re deploying,” Kyle continued. “We’re headed to Iraq, and Syria, and hell, who else knows where. And we’re going to sort out ISIS, and the rest of the people over there who think it’s appropriate to light people on fire and cut people’s heads off. It’s time that this nation returned to fix the mess it made, and I’m proud to be going over. I know this is probably really hard to hear, and maybe even hard to understand, but it’s time. I’m not willing to pass this mess on to the next generation, and neither are any of my guys, or any of command. Not that any of us have a real choice in the matter, but you know what I mean.”

  Kyle took a long sip of water while Jane stared at him.

  Jane wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to cry and plead. “When are you leaving?” Jane asked, her voice husky as she tried not to cry.

  “Month end. Not sure of the date just yet” he said. “I guess someone way up the chain finally decided it was our time to hit the sands. I’m glad, in a way, because there was no way that we weren’t going to get deployed, but they kept dragging their feet on it.”

  Kyle went to take a drink of his water, but it was empty. He reached over and refilled it.

  “It’s not much time at all, and we’re guaranteed that our tour will only be a total of twelve months. Many Guard units are optioned out to spend fifteen to twenty months in the sands.”

  Jane’s mind spun. What if that happened to Kyle? What if they kept him over there longer? Could they do that? Probably, because the government could do whatever they wanted to you once you signed on the dotted line, as Kyle liked to say.

  She stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to him with tears in her eyes. She wriggled her hips in between his knees and held him tightly around his taut waist. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly while he stroked her hair. They stayed in their embrace until Jane’s tears dried up. Wordlessly Kyle slipped off the counter, gently grabbing her hand, leading her to the master bedroom. Jane didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to say. There was so much on her mind and she didn’t just want to unload on Kyle because she knew that he had just as much on his mind as well. But at the same time, it wasn’t fair to her to never give voice to her feelings. She needed to be a human and tell him how she was feeling.

  When they slid into the sheets together Kyle took her in his arms and held her tenderly. He kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe. Jane could feel her body responding to him, her breathing sped up, and her pulse hammered through her like the bass at a rock concert. He was such a good lover, always attentive to what she wanted and needed, always putting her first. Before she’d met Kyle, she’d dated a few guys—not tons—but enough to know that what Kyle offered was different, better. She knew how lucky she was to have him as a lover. Many women go their whole lives with someone who really doesn’t do it for them. Jane wasn’t one of those women.

  As Kyle slid his hand down her thigh she felt her body stiffen slightly. She was glad that he could still have this effect on her. The way his fingers would run down her thigh and find her sex, and the way he touched and caressed her there, it was heaven. Jane leaned her head back and kissed Kyle on the mouth as he spooned her, running his hands up and down the length of her body. She turned her body to face him and threw her leg over him finding herself on top of him. She rode him slowly at first but quickly picked up tempo to match the speed of her increasing desire. She loved the way he looked up at her when she was on top of him, loved the way that he always did his best to please her and make her happy in the bedroom. Maybe that was the real secret to a good marriage, good sex. Maybe, but Jane knew that was wishful thinking.

  Jane could feel herself edging closer and closer to orgasm, and as she moved on top of her husband she could feel him growing harder inside of her in preparation for his own. Then the first wave of pleasure rolled through Jane like a tsunami. She went from riding Kyle to holding onto him for dear life while he moved underneath her. It felt so good all she saw was white for a second, like the whole world had turned into a blizzard of sexual static—then she was back. As the second, but slightly less intense, wave of pleasure rolled through her like silent thunder she felt Kyle orgasm as well. She collapsed on top of him and writhed in pleasure as he gripped her tightly. It felt so good to be fulfilled like that. It was soulful, yet sad lovemaking and Jane turned from her husband to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

  Slowly they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. It wasn’t long until Jane was having vivid dreams, she always did after sex.

  Chapter 2

  She was high atop a mountain crag in the middle of the desert, looking down at a slow-moving convoy. The American vehicles were all shiny with their armor plating, although they resembled porcupines the way all the guns bristled off of them. As they slowly chugged along Jane spied a man in the distance, hidden behind some shrubs. When the third vehicle rolled by the man drew his cell phone out of his pocket to fiddle with it, and then there was a huge explosion that seemed to dissolve the Humvee.

  Jane cried out and tried to find a way down from the mountain top, but couldn’t. There was no way down. And all she could do was watch as the American forces scrambled to recover the wounded and search for the person responsible for detonating the bomb. As she watched, the world turned hazy, then gray. At first, she thought it must have been some kind of effect from the explosion, but then she realized that she was waking up. The world around her began to dissolve. First the sky turned a tinge of dark purple, then black, then to a nothingness so much blacker than black, it made her wonder why people thought the dark was scary. Then the sands kicked up off the desert floor as if by a great wind. Soon a huge dirt devil was twisting over the forces, and they were sucked up into the nothingness along with the trigger man.

  Jane panicked and tried to climb higher up into the mountains but again, there was no way for her to make it up any higher. She really was stuck where she was. Just a casual observer to the mayhem in front of her. But instead of climbing up she felt herself begin to rise up, and up, and up, until she too was headed for the chasm in the sky. When she got there, she woke up.

  Chapter 3

  The month before Kyle deployed flew by. She did her best to stay strong and not cry in front of him, but it was really hard. Brian, Kyle’s brother, came over on occasion to see if s
he needed anything.

  The day of his deployment Jane went and saw Kyle stand in formation in front of his men and felt a sense of pride at how respected he was. She saw the way the rest of the wives, mothers, and fathers seemed so strong. But she also saw people weeping as well, saw the way people were cracking under the pressure. And then, like that, they were gone, packed onto buses and headed off to the unit’s fort.

  When Jane walked in the front door of her house, it felt cavernous and empty. What was she going to do without Kyle around? Kyle had been her lover and best friend. They had been everything to each other. And now he was gone. And he might never come back. She tried not to think of it that way as she sat at her kitchen table and sobbed.

  They had told the families that the troops were having all of their communication devices taken away and were headed off to Kuwait to train. Jane wasn’t quite sure what that meant. Allowing the spectrum of possibilities to include any and all threats that could exist in the area sounded a lot to her like people were readying the families for what the military called “stop loss”. When the military started to lose people, they would extend the remaining soldier’s contracts. Sometimes the military would do this to units that were already engaged overseas so they didn’t have to rotate them out. The military would just keep them there longer, keep them doing the same, tedious, boring, dangerous work.

  None of it made sense to Jane anymore. She didn’t want to think about the future or what it might hold. She didn’t want to think about all the cold nights she would have to spend by herself while Kyle was gone.