Rescue Operation

All I see is the world shattering into pieces. I want to close my eyes or go blind and yet I can't. "Don't stress too much. Wrinkles are too out of place for your flawless face.", Josh says. Josh is the one who saved me when my whole bloodline was captured by the Russians. I get flashbacks of their soldiers torturing my family as if we are slaves. Russians are inhumane, uncivil and any horrible adjectives. 

I'm here at Josh's secret house, eating delicious foods, wearing nice clothes, sleeping safely while my family is getting tortured. Although I'm not sure if they are alive or if they are starving to death, I'm sure that I will find a way to save my family, my country, my people, my blood. 

"Josh, we need to find a way to save our country as soon as possible."

"Anastasia, please you have no idea how dangerous it is to even step out of this place. You should be grateful that you are safe right now."

"I am a princess of this country, future queen of this country and I can't watch my country shatter. It's either you help me or I will do it on my own", I say with vengeance running down my spine. Josh reluctantly agrees to cooperate with me and I feel a bit selfish for putting him through my mess. Josh and I have been friends since grade 5. He never mentions his family and I never ask him. He is beautiful. His eyes are the layers of beautiful brown, green and amber. Josh and I planned the rescue operation and yet we still haven't found any possible solutions.

I open my eyes slowly to find myself sleeping on Josh's lap and I'm flattered and embarrassed. I move myself slowly making sure that Josh won't wake up. Unfortunately, he did. He runs a hand through his messy ginger hair. My eyes are suddenly studying every inch of him. "What are you doing", he says. "Umm- Oh I will make dinner for us", I shrug awkwardly. He smiles with his eyes squinting and I feel those unknown butterflies in my stomach. I force myself to think straight. God, what is this feeling?, I ask myself.

I'm making a curry that my mom used to make for me when I was young. I don't know what happened to her. She just disappeared and never came back. My dad married another woman who has a daughter. Both my stepmom and step sister hate me as if I've done something to ruin their lives. They would make me get in trouble so many times or accuse me in front of my dad. I am drowning into my thoughts. "Anastasia, are you okay?".  A pause. Oh god, I totally forgot about the curry. "Are you overthinking again? I told you to stop stressing".

"I'm so sorry".