Late that night Radar gently laid a hand on Khezia's shoulder. She jumped back quickly from his touch. "It's only me." He stared at the surprise on her face. "Sorry, you just scared me, Radar. What do you want?" "There's a call from the states, she said her name was Megan." "That's my brother's wife. Tell her I'm coming." Khezia stood up and pulled her pants and boots on. She didn't bother pulling a shirt over her white cami. As she walked into the office she didn't see Frank sneak into the Colonel's office to listen on the other line. "Thanks Radar." She smiled and took the receiver. "Hello, Megan." Pause. "I'm fine, how are you?"… "No, things are fine here."… "What? He's what? That's not good."… "You don't think he'd try it here, or in Tokyo do you?"… "Neither do I"… "How's Anna?"… "What?"… "Let me talk to Luke."… "Hello, Luke, Khezia. What is your wife talking about? I told you to take care of Anna, not for Adam to ."… "Look, Luke, I have plenty of things to worry about here instead of having to worry if Anna is being taken care of. Now I want you to get her back. Please Luke? I don't care if she wants to be with her father!"… "Thanks, Luke, Love you too, brother. Bye." Khezia sighed. "Everything ok, Khezia?" "Yeah, Radar, just a family fight, that's all." She smiled and walked out and stood in the compound for a minute. "Captain." "Major Burns." She jumped quickly when Frank spoke up from behind her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized. "That's ok, you wanted something, Major?" "Yes. Why didn't you want your husband to come here?" he questioned and watched her face pale considerably. "Are you ok?" he hurriedly led her over to some crates and had her sit down. "I'm fine; I had just hoped I would never have to explain it." She sighed and shivered slightly in the crisp October air. Frank removed his jacket and put it around her shoulders. "I guess you do deserve an explanation since I almost decked ya today. General Adam Tyler is not only the richest and most powerful man in the world next to Macarthur but is a bad husband. I married him when I was nineteen because I needed money to get through Medical School. When I was twenty-one he started yelling at me often. Many times he would come home and beat me horribly. I have been thrown down flights of stairs so many times it doesn't hurt anymore. I've gotten used to having some part of my body bruised. That's why I'm so jumpy; whenever anyone comes up behind me I think it's Adam. The only reason I have stayed with him is because he is so rich he pays people to bring me back. He has the government paid off. Though, the president doesn't know, I am sure if he found out my husband could pay him off. I don't want him to come to Korea because, this might be hell to most people, but it is a refuge from his beatings for me." A tear slid silently from her eye and down her cheek. Frank put an arm around her shoulders and smiled. "Everyone around here likes you, Khezia. We would all make sure no one would hurt you." He smiled. "Thanks, Frank." She smiled and stood slowly. "You aren't too bad after all." She commented. "Well, you could've given me a chance!" he squeaked and stomped away.
When she walked into the tent Trapper and Hawkeye were waiting sitting on the bed playing rock poker. (Poker where the money is actually rocks.) "What was that all about?" Trapper asked and sifted through his cards. Khezia looked at Trap's cards and then went around to look at Hawk's. She laid a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed. Hawk bet five more stones. Trapper added ten. "What ya got?" "Three threes and a two. You?" "Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and Ten. All Diamonds." Hawkeye laughed and grabbed the stones. "Just what I always wanted! Now I can start building my castle!" he laughed and paraded around the tent. He grabbed Khezia by the hand and danced around. "And you, shall be my queen." He smiled one of his debonair smiles. "Get a life, Pierce." She laughed and sat down in the chair near the still.
"Seriously, who called you?" Trapper asked and handed her a martini. "Luke, my oldest brother. He's watching my step daughter while I'm here and my husband is on a business trip." Hawkeye looked intently at her for a moment before sitting down on the cot in from of her. He gently took her hands. "Zia, what's wrong?" Khezia stared at the olive at the bottom of the glass silently. Trapper gently took the glass from her and sat down next to Hawkeye. "Come on, Honey. You can talk to us." He whispered. Hoe Jon, a local Korean boy who served as their house boy, walked in. "Not now, Hoe Jon." Hawkeye waved him away. Khezia rested her head in her hands before she started. "General Adam Tyler is my husband." She whispered. "Hey, I've heard of him. He's like the richest man in the world." Trapper announced. "Yes, he's also as high as Macarthur just because he bought his way to the top. I married him when I was nineteen. I needed the money for Med. School, so he said he would pay for it if I married him. I figured that if I married him, when I was outa school, I could get a divorce, unless I had grown to love him. Well, at twenty-one my first day of my third year at school I came in with a giant bruise on my face. I told everyone I had tripped and hit my face on a door. It was partly true. I did trip but the only thing that hit my face…was my husband's fist." She said quietly. Hawkeye, who was closer, pulled her to her feet and had her sit down between him and Trapper. She meekly leaned into Hawkeye's chest while Trapper gently rubbed her back. "For you, this place is hell, for me, its safety." She murmured into Hawkeye's shirt. "Does he always hurt you?" "Every day." She whispered. "I'm used to being thrown down flights of stairs." She paused. "That's how I lost my daughter." Trapper swore and threw his martini glass at the wall. Hawkeye gently lifted her face to look at him. "Would he hurt you here?" "Yes." She whispered.
Trapper and Hawkeye were silent for a moment before telling her a plan. "Ok, never go to Tokyo alone, somebody has to go with you." Hawkeye explained. "If he comes to the camp, make sure you stay in here. Or at least can get away. If he comes here we will tell Margaret. Since her tent is right next to the VIP tent." "Thanks." Khezia murmured. Hawkeye hugged her gently. She strongly clung to him. "I'm gonna need my body back sometime." He joked. Khezia giggled softly and pulled away. "Sorry." Hawkeye smiled sweetly at her.
This one is kinda long, but I only have written a short chapter after this, so could you all start sending me ideas? Thanks!!!