Operation: Threads of Connection

Hike

Anya's POV:

"Anya, I love you," Damian yelled out. His breathing accelerated as he clutched onto his shirt. He slowly began falling to his knees. An excruciating look on his face as blood began seeping out his shirt. Oh my god what do I do? I couldn't move as the restraints pulled against my wrists. All I do is watch as Damian's screams intensified. No, please stop. Please don't hurt him!

"Anya, wake up! It's just a dream," a voice called out, shaking me softly. I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright orange scenery. I was in a tent. Becky''s warm hand pressed against my shoulder. It was just a dream.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. I sat up slowly still in heavy thought.

"Yes, I'm sorry for worrying you," I said, giving Becky an apologetic smile.

"Don't be. Just want to make sure you're alright. By the way," she began a playful grin forming on her lips. "What time did you get back yesterday?"

I couldn't help but blush, the memories of the night flooding back. "Um, it was pretty late," I admitted, avoiding her teasing gaze.

Becky's grin widened. "Pretty late, huh? And I'm guessing you were with a certain someone?"

I sighed, knowing there was no point in hiding it. "Yeah, I was with Damian. We had a lot to talk about,"

Becky's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ooh, details! Come on, spill it."

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in her. "We talked about everything that happened, and he asked me to be his girlfriend."

Becky squealed softly, clapping her hands. "Oh my gosh, Anya! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Becky," I said, feeling a mixture of relief and joy. "But there's still a lot we need to work through."

Becky nodded, her expression turning serious. "I understand. Just take things one step at a time. You have me and everyone else here to support you."

I smiled, grateful for her friendship. "Thanks, Becky. I really appreciate it."

She gave me a reassuring pat on the back. "Anytime, Anya. Now, let's get ready for breakfast. I'm starving."

As we stepped out of the tent, the morning sun greeted us with its warm embrace. The campsite was coming to life, with the smell of food and the sound of laughter filling the air. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of hope and determination. We made our way towards Millie and Georgie who were talking about today's hike. I couldn't help but notice Bash wasn't here. He shouldn't miss breakfast, we don't know how long the hike will take us.

"Where's Bash?" I ask Georgie.

"He was still asleep when I woke up," He replied. "You can check up on him if you want." He said as he ate his boiled egg. I nodded making my way towards the boys tent.

"Bash I'm coming in," I said as I began to unzip the tent.

"Anya wait!" he screamed, but it was too late I had already opened the tent wide enough for me to see him with nothing on except his underwear. I couldn't help but shriek as I turned around quickly my face flushing with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry!" I stammered, covering my eyes with my hand. "I didn't know you were still changing!"

"It's okay, Anya," Bash said, his voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Just give me a minute, alright?"

I nodded vigorously, still facing away from the tent. After a few moments, I heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of a zipper being pulled up.

"Alright, you can turn around now," Bash said. I slowly turned around, keeping my gaze averted just in case. He was now fully dressed, a sheepish smile on his face.