My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it's on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that's always a problem, noisy neighbors. The couple in the apartment next to me were always fighting, mostly over stupid shit. Yes, I can hear every word they yell at each other through the thin walls.
Now when they weren't fighting they were awesome to hang around with. I had met Thomas first, we normally would talk about how the local Houston teams were doing, as we saw each other in passing, or at the laundry mat. Now Raven, Thomas' girlfriend, was smoking hot, without being super model fake either. She stood just at 5'4, with long brown hair and wouldn't have weighed more than 115lbs. If it weren't for her massive breasts. They're big, big enough for me to get curious enough to ask if they were fake.
I had got the courage one night while waiting for my clothes to dry, she had come in there and was pulling her laundry out of the dryer. She had just pulled out one of her bras and was folding it when I figured now or never.
Casually I asked, "How do you manage with
those
things, don't they cause you back problems?"
Raven giggled, "Yea, but I love my huge boobs, it would have to get really bad for me to have a doctor take away what my momma gave me." Giving a little shake of her chest for emphasis.
My eyebrows raised in curiosity as she shook her tits for me, and I thought to myself "Holy shit, she just flirted with me... Now that's interesting."
Raven collected her clothes and took off back to her apartment, leaving me standing there like I was shell shocked.
It was about a few days later when I saw Raven again, I was standing out on my balcony smoking a cigarette when she walked out on hers to do the same.
"Howdy neighbor" I called out.
Laying on that Texas twang just for her. It always made her smile, she and Thomas were from Minnesota, and Thomas was just down for a six month job working a turn around on one of the refineries in south Houston.
She gave a halfhearted smile, "just having problems with Thomas again, that ignorant asshole."
"Well if there is anything I can do... don't be afraid to knock on my door for help"
She sat there in silence, looking off in the distance. Her eye locked with mine as she took the last drag from her cigarette.
"I might just take you up on that"
Tossed her cigarette butt into the parking lot, and went inside.
A few weeks later I had gotten off work early, when there was an unexpected knock at my door. I opened the door to find Raven was standing there shaking. I ushered her inside and had her sit down on the couch, I sat next to her rubbing her back, trying to calm her down.
"Hey it's ok, it's ok, your safe here, what's wrong Raven"
She just look looked into my eyes, "I really need help."
"Listen" I told her, "I'll do whatever I can to help, you have to tell me what's wrong though. Do I need to call the cops, did Thomas lay a hand on you?"
