I opened my front door and it was like stepping back into my past. Standing there soaking wet in one of those rare California rains that were more like standing under a waterfall was Anna.
Anna, Johanna, was one of my old high school friends. First girl I had ever had a crush on she still looked practically the same. She was Filipino; her parents had wanted her to have an American sounding name to make her transition in school easier. When we were in school she had always been a gangly skinny girl with big glasses, but I think I was attracted to her amazing smile and light bubbly laugh. She had the largest brown eyes, and long dark hair that fell past her cute little ass, she usually had it in a pony tail or braided back but I adored her for just wearing it free.
Several of the other kids when she started at our school poked fun at her calling her a nerd, but I am sure if they saw her now they'd be kicking themselves. Even soaking wet her long dark hair looked great. Still lean, her breasts were the only new curve with only the slightest flare at her hips. How I'm not quite sure but her petite breasts had swelled to very full B's, which looked the larger on her slight frame. She didn't have the glasses so she probably was wearing contacts which just brought me right back to those eyes, and that is where I noticed real fear.
"Thank god you still live here! Please, Help me!" She squeezed out in the tiniest fearful squeak.
Not waiting another instant I brought her into my home and closed the door.
"Lock the door quick!" She urged and so I did, both the door knob lock and the deadbolt.
She still didn't seem over her fear, standing nearly catatonic and shivering, so I led her to the back of my house, getting both soaked and turned on holding her close. I got her a large beach towel, which I wrapped her in, and was more than enough to completely cover her.
I rubbed her shoulders through the towel, but she didn't stop staring straight past me as her teeth were chattering in a combination of fear and chill.
What she was doing out in the rain wearing only a pair of shorts, and a tank top I did not know, but what concerned me the most was the fear.
I hadn't spoken with her in three years, we had been friends after high school, but in college she met a guy she felt she could bring home to her parents and shortly thereafter contact had been ended on her end.
Back in high school we had tried dating, but she said she'd rather be friends because of two reasons, first of all she wasn't ready to start dating, and secondly her parents would never approve a white boyfriend.
Apparently her parents felt whites were not as intelligent and were lazier than Asians, and therefore not good enough for their little girl.
Probably would not have helped any that in high school I had long hair, I had been the equal in any class of anyone in school, Asian or not. I did fit the second stereo-type, I did only what was necessary to pass, never exerting myself more than necessary, no homework for me, and that extended into college.
I brought her into my bathroom and flipped on heat lamps to help her dry and warm-up. She still seemed barely able to move so after tucking the towel around her tightly I grabbed a bath towel and began to try and dry her hair, which had to be sapping heat from her slight frame.
Finally she began to show recovering signs of life, her eyes began focusing more, and her skin began to return to its more normal beautiful light brown color. Finally her teeth stopped chattering and I stepped back from her.
"What has you so scared?" I asked
"My boyfriend," She said with round eyes, " He's always called me worthless, and a dirty slut, but now..."
"Worthless and a dirty slut?" I asked, my rare temper rising.
"I'm kinda used to it now, but he said he was going to kill me."
"That isn't going to happen." I stated firmly.
"I always used to feel safe around you, no one picked on me when we hung out back in school so this was the first place I thought to come."
Back in school I had never been particularly popular, but I had never needed to fight anyone due to rumors being spread I participated in fight clubs. How those rumors began I had no clue, but since it gave me a certain amount of impunity I had let them be, and never remarked on them.
"You are safe here." I stated very firmly.
"No I'm not, he found my old journal, and he said he was going to kill every guy I ever talked to too!"
I kept my mouth closed on the question I wanted to ask 'Where did you find this nut job?' Instead I asked, " Do you want anything to eat?"
She nodded yes slowly. Figuring the bathroom was as good a place as any to leave her, and it was the warmest, I went to the kitchen leaving her there.
As I prepared a dinner of soup and grilled ham'n'cheese I was distracted with thoughts of the beautiful woman from my past in my bathroom. As I was finishing-up making the dinner she walked into the kitchen wearing the bath towel around her head, she had changed from her soaking clothes to one of my button down shirts and a pair of my boxers.
"I hope you don't mind, I didn't bring anything and..."
"Of course I don't mind, you were soaked, no need for you to catch cold or something. Besides," I couldn't resist commenting, " You look sexy as hell wearing that."
Anna ducked her head and blushed a moment. " Thank-you." She said quietly.
"Well soups on!" I said, pleased with her reaction to the compliment.