12 comments/ 21937 views/ 17 favorites Back to 1956 Ch. 01 By: ValerieRyan Full Summary: A modern-day interracial couple's marriage is challenged when they mysteriously end up in the year 1955 in a small Alabama town. ( The couple are from modern day). Author's Note: I am aware that I am posting this story on a website dedicated to erotic literature but this story will go into much depth without a primary focus on just sex. Yes, there will be sex, but just not any chapter soon. And for a brief character profile: James Moreau: 6'2, Dark Brown Hair, Blue Eyes Evelyn Moreau: 5'8, Dark Brown Hair, Brown Eyes * I: Crash July 18, 2018 "Have you taken my proposition into consideration yet?" James said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between him and his wife. They had been 30 minutes into driving from a fancy upscale restaurant that was 3 hours from their home. The fancy dinner they had attended had been part of a conference for medical doctors, or otherwise, for his wife. James thought the conference was mostly boring, but that was only because he was an accountant, a number person. Science just never seemed to click for him. But for his wife, Evelyn, science came second-hand, and her penchant for learning and obtaining the knowledge of science almost made him envious. She was one of the smartest women he knew and he couldn't have thought of a better woman to marry. There were a few moments of silence between them before she decided to respond. "Yes I have taken your proposition into consideration but the answer is still no," Evelyn said, her words coming out more harshly than she had intended. James sighed; he knew it would be futile to try to argue with his wife, Evelyn, but the subject matter had been so much on his mind lately that he couldn't help but to press the issue. The issue had certainly been on his mind all through dinner as he couldn't help but to marvel over how beautiful his wife looked in her little black dress. "You love me, don't you?" James said turning his head towards her. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her tonight. He couldn't help but to notice how perfectly the moonlight complemented her light mocha skin at that moment. Evelyn rolled her eyes, starting to become irritated and a bit annoyed, "I'm sick of talking about this James. I told you before, I just got the practice set up and everything set into motion. I'm not going to have to time to watch over a kid in between the clinic and everything else- and keep your eyes on the road." James glanced at her quickly, a little taken back at how offensive she had suddenly become. It usually wasn't like her to get short-tempered so easily, but he had been pressing the issue for days now. But he wasn't ready to give up. "Well don't you have other doctors working with you to run the practice? I'm sure you could take maternal leave for a few months- " "Well then there wouldn't have been any point in me personally setting up the clinic- please just stop James. I'm just at a point in my life where I would like to focus on my career before I start playing the 'dutiful wife' and mommy." "I think your being selfish Evelyn." "How am I being selfish? What if I hassled you into getting me pregnant while you were trying to finish up your masters? How would you feel then?" "Yeah, well that was when we both weren't ready," he replied, "I think we're financially ready now. I'm ready." Evelyn sighed an annoyed sigh and turned away from him. "If I'm not mistaken, Dr. Moreau, one of the purposes of marriage is to procreate-" "Yeah, it's one of the purposes but not all of them," Evelyn cut in abruptly, "Can we just drop this please. NO, I am not ready to have children yet and since my body is going to be the one going through all the changes I feel like you have no say in the matter of when I should have children." "And my god," Evelyn continued exhaustingly, before he even got the chance to open his mouth, "I've never met a man in my life so concerned with having children." "Well I'm sorry for wanting to start a family with the woman I love. I see that was a mistake," James replied sarcastically. For some reason this comment greatly bothered her. She turned to him, furious. "Oh, so are you saying that marrying me was a mistake?" "What?" James said incredulously, turning to her, " Those words never came out of my mouth. Why are you getting so upset lately?-" "James, the deer-!!!!" But it was too late, by the time he had turned his attention back to the road, he had no time to completely avoid the deer that they were making a head on collision with. In a panic, he severed hard left, nicking the deer but sending the car flying down into a dark ravine. Everything went black. Back to 1956 Ch. 02 II: Awake July 19, 2018??? Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, gradually beginning to regain her consciousness. What she observed first greatly alarmed her. The complete front window of the car had been smashed out and it had appeared to be morning. The last time she could remember being conscious, it was definitely night. Suddenly all of the events of the past night washed over her like a wave and panic began to sink in, drowning her. Almost immediately she turned her attention to the driver's seat and what she saw made her stomach flip and her heart race. Her husband, James, looked a ghostly white color and appeared to be inanimate with shards of glass scattered all over his lap. But on a good note, he was however still strapped promptly into his seat by his seatbelt, as opposed to be thrown from the car. 'Thank God he wore a seat belt this time,' Evelyn briefly thought to herself. Evelyn noticed numerous cuts and bruises on his face and a trail of crimson red stained his shirt from his forearms to his biceps. But what she could she from his outside appearance didn't bother her as much as what she couldn't see. What concerned her most was the possibility of internal bleeding. Evelyn had observed internal bleeding first-hand from patients she had worked with in the past and she knew that if internal bleeding wasn't treated immediately, then she could only expect the worst. "James...," Evelyn said, her voice cracking as a result of a dry, burning throat. She received no response, not even the slightest muscle spasm. Her heart began to pump violently in her chest now. Evelyn leaned towards him, wanting to touch his pale white face but was suddenly halted by an overwhelming pain that shot to her left shoulder. Evelyn grabbed her shoulder and winced in pain. Her shoulder felt sprained, or worst, broken. Evelyn paused a few moments in her seat and slowly took deep breaths in an attempt to calm her pounding heart and lessen the terrible pain in her shoulder. She then took the time to carefully observe her surroundings. They're car was completely engulfed by large tree branches, and what appeared to be smaller trees. Evelyn ran the events of the previous night through her head. When James made the hard left, they had probably drove and crashed through many trees until there car had hit the bottom of the ravine. And from what she could see from the position of the passenger's seat, the car had taken a horrible beating. The whole sight of the incident was overwhelming. Evelyn couldn't believe that the turn of events had occurred in less than the blink of an eye. 'Goddammit James, why couldn't you keep your eyes on the road,' Evelyn thought to herself, alittle angry, but her anger was soon stamped out by her tremendous concern of his condition. She now turned her attention back to her husband and frowned. He desperately needed her help and she desperately needed to get out of the car and call an ambulance. With careful moves Evelyn slowly unbuckled her seat belt, brushing off a few shards of broken glass from her lap. She then made the immediate move to retrieve a cell phone, being careful not to harm her shoulder in the process. But after a few minutes of frantic searching, the sickening realization hit her that their cell phones were not in plain sight. "Dammit!," Evelyn cried out of frustration. There was no way possible she could even thoroughly look for their cell phones with the condition they were in, as well as the car. They were in the middle of southeast Alabama somewhere with no cell phone and more than likely nowhere near town. Evelyn felt like having a mental breakdown right there. Instead she turned her attention back to her inanimate husband, trying to not think about how increasingly frustrated she was starting to become. Evelyn gently cupped his right check, hoping for a response but receiving nothing. Her light brown skin contrasted significantly against his ghostly pale skin, there was no more color in his skin. "Please baby...," Evelyn mumbled with clear desperation, "James, please wake up." He looked scarily....... But Evelyn couldn't bring herself to complete this thought. She slowly traced her fingertips to his eye lids and pried them open as gently as she could. His blue eyes were moving frantically in his eye sockets in every direction. Evelyn sighed in relief, this was good. This meant that although he was unconscious at the moment, he was not in a coma. And most importantly, it meant that he was alive. This meant that he would eventually wake up, but she knew his condition still called for immediate attention, regardless of this fact. "Thank God," Evelyn said while planting a kiss on his right check, "I love you. Please stay with me sweetheart, please." The thought of losing him absolutely made her feel physically and mentally ill. She quickly stabbed the thought from her head. He was going to be fine. He had to be. Evelyn cupped his check once more and quickly kissed him, this time on the lips. "I love you so much.... Please stay with me." And with as much energy as she could muster up, Evelyn pried open the heavily damaged car door and set out into the forest and up the ravine in hopes of finding help. Back to 1956 Ch. 03 Authors Note: This chapter is going to begin with James having already awakened to find Evelyn missing, simply due to the fact that I am too lazy to write another page of him experiencing the same state of panic and confusion. To me it would be redundant to write about this so I'm going to skip to the part to where he is out of the car and also looking for help. And also..... From here on out, there will be extensive use of the "n" word by some of the characters in this story. I don't mean to offend anyone. And if I do, I am sorry. I am just trying to keep the story as historically correct as possible. Any names of towns or counties I use are going to be completely fictional but the story is still set somewhere in southeast Alabama. III: The Beginning July 19, 2018??? The sun's rays unmercifully beamed down into James neck as he pulled himself down the road. The heat was unbearable and the humidity was excruciatingly thick. James knew that at any moment his body would shut down from heat exhaustion and dehydration but the thought of his absent wife, Evelyn, kept him moving forward. He had to find her no matter what and nothing would stop him. James felt sickened with guilt because he was the reason why they were both in the present situation. Had he paid more attention to the road, the accident probably could have been avoided. And to add insult to injury, both his and Evelyn's cell phones had been lost somewhere during the incident, which was probably the reason why Evelyn had to leave the car. At first, James awoke to only be flummoxed with panic and confusion but through reason James eventually concluded that Evelyn was probably alive and had left the car in order to get help. He knew he should have probably stayed at the scene of the accident but his decision to stay at the scene of the accident was overpowered by his concern for his missing wife. And then finally, after 20 minutes of tumultuous walking in the blazing heat, James could hear the sound of a car sputtering up the road. James turned around to spot an old truck coming up the road towards him. From a guess, James had to say the truck looked like something that came from the 60's. The sight of a car that old actually running kind of surprised him. "What are ya doing out here at this time of day son? You look pretty beat up," the man said, with a heavy southern accent. The man was an older man with blond hair that looked gray in some places, and an extremely red complexion, probably from being sunburned. `"Yeah.... Me and my..my wife were in a car accident," James said stroking the back of his terribly aching neck, "And I don't know where she is." The man gave James a look of half sympathy and half curiosity before accumulating a mixture of mucus and tobacco from his throat and spitting it into the hot concrete road. "How far down is your car?" the man asked him. "Just a few yards in the opposite direction you came," James said, pointing down the road. "Well get in," the sunburned man said, "I can get ya into town and we can get some of Harpers boys to help you get your car out of the ditch." "Thank you," James said softly, offering the man his hand, "I'm James Moreau." The sunburned man pulled his hand out of the window to take James' hand. The handshake was firm and brisk. By the way he shook his hand; James could tell that this man was a man of business. "James Fletcher," he replied, "But everyone calls me Jim- do you need a doctor or something?" "Um...ye-," James paused. Evelyn abruptly began to flood his thoughts. He had to find her, nothing mattered to him at that point, not even his own health. "No sir, I'd rather go into town to see if anyone has seen my wife," James said, starting towards the old beat-up truck. Dust stirred beneath James feet as he made cautious steps towards the truck. Dust shot up into his nostrils, choking him, and he coughed violently as he pulled the car door open and stumbled into the truck. The car smelled thick of tobacco and grease, further gagging him. "Are you sure you don't need a doctor son?" James turned to the man and instantly knew that this man was a farmer. It all made since to him now and considering that they were on the country side of Alabama, he probably was. What made James suspicious of this was the fact that the man was wearing overalls; Old beat-up overalls that looked as if they had been through a hard day's labor many times. It was a stupid assumption but James couldn't think of anybody today who would willingly wear overalls except for farmers. "I'm fine," James choked. Jim spat once more out of his window before the ancient truck began to sputter down the road. James rolled up his blood-stained sleeves to notice that his forearms displayed numerous cuts and bruises; he also noticed that his skin had been stained with that looked like dry blood. For a second James wondered how long he had been unconscious and for how long had Evelyn left for help. Thoughts of her being hurt in every possible way imaginable began to flood his mind until Jim interrupted. "Now what did you say your wife looked like?" "Evelyn...," James said softly to himself; for a brief moment he felt relief as he thought about a past memory of her smiling beautifully and happy, but that relief was almost immediately damned as he unexpectedly thought of her dying alone on the side of the hot concrete road. He had to stop thinking so pessimistically or it'd kill him. James frowned, "My wife..." James paused once more. It was starting to become painful to think about her. Why couldn't he have paid more attention to the damn road? "I have a picture of her," James said reaching into his back pocket of his once nice dress pants; All he could feel was left over change and a stray piece of string. "Dammit," James muttered under his breath. "What?" Jim asked inquisitively. "I left my wallet in my car...," James sighed as he buried his face into the palms of his hands. Today was starting to become the worst day of his life. It seemed as if everything that could possibly go wrong for him did go wrong. "Well now son, you better hope some niggers don't get a hold of her." James's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to Jim, shocked. "Excuse me?" James said incredulously. "Yeah, I've heard some damn niggers went and raped this nice little girl from Mayfield- I swear if the brothers would have gotten to the niggers before the sheriffs did..... we would have sure as hell made sure that all niggers would think twice before even looking at our women." James stared at Jim, his mouth slightly agape. James had never heard such overt racism in his entire life. Even growing up in the South all his life, he had never heard of or encountered anyone who was blatantly a racist. It was the 21st century, hadn't people got over the whole skin color nonsense by now. James wondered whether or not he should tell this man that his wife was an African American. Would he throw him from the car? "What's wrong with you boy? Have you not heard about that yet?" "W-What- No....sorry, I haven't." "And then the damn Yankees are trying to get that nigger loving president to get those coons put into our school," Jim continued to rant, "And then that nigger woman thought she was too good to give up her seat to a white man- it's a damn shame. What's happening to this country?" 'This guy cannot be serious,' James thought to himself, eyeing Jim in sheer disbelief, 'Did I just accept a ride from a Klu Klux Klan member.....or maybe a neo nazi.' And what Jim was talking about made no sense to him. Nigger-loving president? Woman on a bus refusing to give up her seat to a white man? For some reason this all sounded so familiar to James but he couldn't pin-point exactly the significance of it all; besides, it was 2018 and people could sit wherever they wanted too, regardless of skin color. "You mean President Turner?" James asked, still very much confounded. Yes, President Turner had won a majority of the African American vote in the 2018 election, but James wouldn't go as far as calling him a nigger-loving president. James would never even consider using such a vulgar and hateful word. "Turner?....Who the hell is Turner?" Jim said, sounding even more perplexed than James, "No boy- How hard did you hit your head? I'm talking about that nigger-loving president Eisenhower." Now this man was really beginning to not make any sense. If James could recall correctly, Eisenhower was president during the 50's. Was this man insane? What year did he think they were in? "Yeah, I think I did hit my head pretty hard down there," James forcefully laughed, "Um...would you mind telling me what date you think it is?" "What do you mean think son? It's June 19, 1956." James stared at Jim completely puzzled until he started to make some connections in his head that he wish he hadn't. The old car, the overalls, the racism, was it possible? 'But there's no way,' James thought to himself, 'People just don't fly back into the past.' "But yep son, you better hope some niggers don't find your wife before we do. When we get to town I can give a word out to the brothers to tell them to look out for her." Even though James was completely in denial, he knew one thing for certain. He had to find Evelyn, and he had to find her fast. Back to 1956 Ch. 04 AN: Keep in mind people that everything I've written up to this point serves as a first draft of my story so the writing can seem sketch in some points. If I had time to hire an editor or had time to properly edit everything myself, I would. But for the time being I'm just posting you guys my first draft- maybe in the future Ill revise, re-edit, and re-post. I'm usually a much better writer :) Ps. I hope this chapter is long enough, positive and negative feedback are always welcome. IV: The Hard Way July 19, 2018???(July 19, 1956) "Please, please help me sir- me and my husband were in a car accident and we need help," Evelyn pleaded, almost stumbling over her own two feet as she ran to the truck that had just pulled over a few yards from her. In the past hour, only 3 cars had passed her. Though Evelyn tried frantically to get the attention of the drivers, they all speed hastily pass her as if they didn't see her at all. Finally, after what felt like an hour of walking someone had finally stopped to help her. Her rescuer was a small statured much older African American man with a graying beard and shiny bald head. And from the looks of his age and physique, Evelyn was sure that there was no way that this fragile old man would be able to pull James from the car. "Child, don't you know that a young woman such as yourself shouldn't being walking down the side of the street by yourself??? Especially dressed in that manner???" Evelyn glanced down at her attire to notice a more-than-noticeable rip in her dress around her chest area as well as little vertical rips from the bottom of the dress up to her leg. If she hadn't been so distressed she probably would have felt embarrassed, but there were far more pressing issues on her mind. "My husband and I were in a car accident-" "Where's your husband? He wouldn't walk with you????" "No sir," Evelyn replied, trying to be as hasty and as patient as possible, "You see, my husband was unconscious so I had to leave the car to get help for us-" "Well he still should have walked with you. What kind of man lets his woman walk by herself- You could have waited for him to wake up. It's dangerous for a young woman to be walking alone down the road.- It would be dangerous for me to walk alone down the road!!!", he further chastised her, "Child, you better thank God I was the first to find ya." "Well......thank you." "Well I don't know where you're from, no telling from that fancy accent of yours, but down here it aint safe for any of us to be walking down the side of the road alone. Day or night, and that's the truth." Evelyn stood their speechless, she wasn't sure of what to say without further upsetting the grumpy old man, so she decided to change the subject. "Do you have a cell phone I could use by any chance sir?" "A what?" "A cell phone. I lost my cell phone somewhere in-between the accident." "You want me to take you to the jailhouse??" "No sir," Evelyn said, "Do you have a telephone I could use?" "Yea, at home." Evelyn rubbed her temples, beginning to feel frustrated again. "Well how far is that??? Is there hospital anywhere in the vicinity?" "No ma'am. The nearest hospital is in the city," Mr. Johnson said, "Now if you want, I can drive you to Dover to see if you can get help." "That would be great. Thank you sir." Evelyn quickly climbed into the older mans truck before shutting the door behind her. A few minutes into the ride, the two had fallen into a comfortable silence until suddenly Evelyn felt a peculiar flipping sensation in her stomach and felt immediately sick. Impulsively, Evelyn clutched her stomach. "I'm sorry, I not feeling quite too well and I was wondering if you could stop at the nearest station so that I can use the bathroom." "Oh I dunno child..... The next place down is Charlestown," the man said, "You can use the bathroom down there but you better make it quick." Evelyn sensed that she had missed something important from the urgency in his voice but had decided to absent-mindedly shrug it off. At this point, she had been under so much emotional and physical stress that the last thing she was worried about was trying to find some hidden meaning from his statement. By the time they had reached the diner, the odd flipping sensation in her stomach had temporarily ceased. While the sensation had ceased, she had a few moments to take in the new surroundings. Evelyn couldn't quite put her finger on it but something about the little town of Charlestown seemed peculiarly......antique. Everything in the city looked as if it had come from a time before modern technology, it looked as if the people of the town had not upgraded to the standards of modern architecture. However, that wasn't even the strangest part of her observations, what was most strange was the way people were dressed. Evelyn noticed teenage girls in long straight skirts with their hair pulled back in a ponytail and boys in polo, varsity sports and black leather jackets. The adults were a little more conservatively dressed, most women she saw were in either a suit-skirt set or a long one-pieced dress; and a majority, if not all of the older men Evelyn spotted, wore suits. If Evelyn had to guess, she would put that the fashion of the people in the town 1950s or 1960s. As they pulled up to a place called "Rocky's Diner", Evelyn began to wonder how this town, in the middle of nowhere in Alabama, had managed to keep everything from the 1950s and 1960s so preserved and good-looking. And furthermore, Evelyn began to ponder why this town had gone unnoticed by herself, considering the fact that she had lived in Alabama for most of her life. "I appreciate this Mr...." "Johnson. The names Mr. Johnson, now hurry up child, I don't want no trouble coming," the old man told her. Again, Evelyn sensed a bit of urgency in his tone so she quickly nodded before getting out of the vehicle and heading towards Rocky's Diner. As she opened the door, the greeting bell rang and as if on cue, everyone in the diner turned their heads towards the entry of the diner and at her. As Evelyn made her way towards the bathrooms, she couldn't help but to feel a little anxious. Why was everyone staring at her as if she was ghost? Granted her attire alone would probably raise eyebrows, considering she had just stepped into the diner with a semi-ripped up and certainly-now-indecent cocktail dress, but the stares she was receiving felt different, they felt more sinister than curious. Evelyn didn't feel like they were staring at her dress, but that they were staring at HER. 'Wow, do I really look that much of a mess,' Evelyn thought to herself as she watched the people from her peripheral vision and pushed the door open to the bathroom that she saw a women leave from. Once inside the restroom, Evelyn went quickly to the sinks and ran some cold water. She turned to look up into the mirror and halfway grimaced at her reflection. She thought she looked pathetic. Her dress was ripped, her hair looked messy and her make-up had smudged all over her face. No wonder people had been staring at her. Two women entered the bathroom while Evelyn began to splash water on her face and attempt to straighten out her hair and her dress. Evelyn watched in the mirror as the two women that entered the bathroom suddenly approached her. Glaring daggers in her direction. "And what exactly do you think you're doing girl??" "Excuse me?" Evelyn said bemused, turning to face the two women. "Don't you forget Barbara, niggers cant read," the brunette laughed. Evelyn froze in her place, completely shocked by the woman's nonchalant use of the "n" word. Then, Evelyn finally understood the urgency in Mr. Johnson's voice when he had told her to hurry up. "Yes, I guess I did forget how dumb niggers can be," the blonde woman said, "Maybe we should teach her lesson." In a panic, Evelyn quickly pushed past the brunette, but the brunette managed to grab a handful of her black dress. Evelyn struggled under her grip for a few moments before a piece of her dress tore away, freeing Evelyn from the woman's grasp. Evelyn rushed from the door, looking back briefly to see if the women were immediately behind her. There, she saw the most shocking and terrifying thing she had ever seen in her entire life. On the front of the bathroom door was a sign that read "WHITES ONLY" in big bold black letters. "This can't be real," Evelyn thought to herself, completely awestruck. Even though she was shocked beyond words she still kept her feet moving forward, making a rush for the entrance of the diner. Evelyn was only a few feet from the door when she felt someone grab her wrist and yank her backwards. "You're a long way away from home girl," her captor said, mischievously smirking. Evelyn watched his cold blue eyes travel from her legs up to her chest, and the mischievous look he had on his face and his eyes made her shiver. "Get that nigger!!!!," someone yelled, of a feminine voice. For a split second Evelyn noticed the man's attention had shifted from the sudden outburst and she took the opportunity to tear her wrist from the man's grip and make a beeline out the front door. Evelyn sprinted as fast as she could towards the truck, not looking back. Suddenly Evelyn felt a rock collide with her injured shoulder, making her stumble as she continued hastily towards the truck. Evelyn's heart began to race further as she could hear quick foot steps behind her. Evelyn quickly closed the door, and Mr. Johnson put the petal to the metal. Evelyn screamed as rocks began to burst out the windows of Mr. Johnson's truck and shards of glass rained down on them. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," Evelyn whispered frantically to herself. She could feel fear and adrenaline building. She felt sick. Evelyn hesitantly glanced behind her shoulder to see if they were within a distance to where no more rocks could make contact with the car. When she was sure the distance was safe enough she stuck her head out the window and puked. "I knew goddamn well I shouldn't have stopped in Charlestown. Are you okay child?" To be continued.............