Readers of a story that I've posted on another web site will find the basis of this story to be a familiar one. But I assure everyone that this story isn't based on the same premise and the difference will become apparent as the story goes along. I promise.
CHAPTER 3
'Someone was knocking on the door again,' Sabella thought to herself as she listened to the tapping on the door.
She knew it could only be one of two people. Malcolm or Mabel.
"Sabella, open the door please."
Malcolm.
"Sabella, we need to talk," Malcolm said. "Please open the door."
Sabella responded the same way she did when he knocked on the door the day before and the day before that, she ignored him.
"Sabella, I know you hear me," Malcolm said regretting his decision to put a bathroom in the guest bedroom, because if he hadn't she would've at least had to come out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. "We have to talk."
Sabella didn't move, she just sat on the bed staring at the door.
The last thing she wanted to was talk to Malcolm. She was dealing with enough confusion at the moment trying to figure out her current situation. Like how it came to be.
How could she have gone to sleep in her leaky garage in 2009 and wake up in a field in (if Malcolm was telling her the truth) in 1954?
Stuff like this only happens in books, to white women. Not in real life and not to her.
"Sabella!" Malcolm said his voice a little more demanding and knocking harder on the bedroom door.
Sabella's response was the same, she didn't answer him.
Malcolm was standing in the hall preparing himself to knock the door down when he saw Mabel coming down the hallway carrying a tray loaded down with breakfast for their guest.
"You're such a caveman," she said to Malcolm shaking her head. "Sabella dear, please open the door. I have breakfast for you."
Nothing.
"You haven't eaten anything for two days now," Mabel said, "and that's not good. You need to eat something. I've bought you a plate of flapjacks, hash browns, ham, bacon and coffee."
Sabella's stomach growled as Mabel listed all the food, she brought her to eat.
'It would be wrong for me to keep turning down her offer of food,' Sabella told herself as she made her way over to the door to remove the chair and chest of drawer, she'd place in front of it. 'Especially after Mabel had gone through the trouble of preparing it.'
The fact that she was hungry enough to eat her clothes didn't matter, she was truly just being polite.
Malcolm and Mabel listened from the other side of the door to the sounds of furniture moving about the room as Sabella opened the door.
"Did you have furniture against the bedroom door?" Malcolm asked as Sabella opened the door to the guest bedroom.
"Yes," Sabella replied her tone showing she didn't care what he thought about it.
"Why would you do that?" Malcolm asked his voice letting Sabella know that he was insulted by her actions.
"A lady has to feel comfortable Malcolm," Mabel said walking into the bedroom carrying the tray loaded down with food. "You're a stranger to the poor girl. She doesn't know you the way the rest of us do around here."
"She put furniture against the door Mable!" Malcolm almost screamed.
"She's in a stranger's house, Malcolm," Mabel said as if he should understand. "You're refusing to let her go. What would you expect her to do?"
Malcolm stormed out of the bedroom, muttering under his breath that he would never understand women, before he blew a gasket leaving Mabel and Sabella in the bedroom alone.
"I'll be back to pick up the dishes when you're finished," Mabel said as she headed for the door.
"I'll bring them down," Sabella said. "You've been more than kind to me."
Mabel smiled at her, closed the door and made her way downstairs.
"You were raised with better manners than that Malcolm Matheson," Mabel said waggling her finger at Malcolm who was sitting in a chair in the living room pouting like a five year old. "I don't know what's wrong with you but you will apologize to Sabella for the way you behaved up there and I mean you will do it soon."
"I'm a grown man, Mabel," Malcolm said his bottom lip sticking out like the five year old he was portraying, "and I don't need you telling me how to act."
Mabel became so angry at what he said Malcolm could swear she started to grow larger as her chest puffed up and her hands landed defiantly on her hips.
"You will not speak to me in such a manner, young man," Mabel declared bending so that she was right in his face. "Now I don't know what is going on with Sabella, but it's clear that something has happened to her, and whatever it is has frightened her, and you running around here with a short fuse isn't making things better. It is making things worse for you and for her. Now I expect you to get control of yourself and to treat Sabella better than you have been. If you can't, let her go. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Malcolm said.
"Screaming at me like you're older than I am," Mabel muttered as she walked away from Malcolm heading towards the kitchen.
"I'm sorry Mabel," Malcolm said as she walked away.
He didn't want to but Malcolm had to agree with Mabel, his attitude wasn't helping the situation.
Malcolm went upstairs to apologize to Sabella for the way he acted and to let her know that he would be back in an hour to speak with her.
Sabella agreed and closed the bedroom door to finish her breakfast.
True to his world Malcolm was back knocking on the guest bedroom door in exactly one hour later.
It didn't take Sabella an hour to eat breakfast, she used the extra time to freshen up and to get dress.
She greeted Malcolm wearing jeans, a red and black blouse and a pair of red hi-tops. Malcolm looked at the jeans she was wearing and saw that they hugged the curves of her hips almost like a second skin. He had never seen a pair of jeans fit a woman so naturally.
Sabella coupled the jeans with a red blouse decorated with little black cowboy hats sprinkled all over it. The blouse seemed to hug her breasts the way the jeans hugged her body.
She left the two top buttons of the blouse unbuttoned revealing just a hint of cleavage.
She was wearing a thin gold chain around her neck with a single pearl on it that hung close to her neck almost like a choker.
Malcolm's eyes traveled up to her face starting with her full firm lips and noticed that Sabella had applied something on them that made them look moist and kissable.
They rested under a slightly narrow, classic button nose. Then his eyes traveled to the two things that intrigued him most when they met, her eyes.
They were grey almost silver, almost blue eyes a color that he had never seen before not on a colored woman.
"I thought you wanted to talk," Sabella said putting her hands on her hips, becoming uncomfortable with the way Malcolm's eyes were traveling over her body.
"Let's go to the garage," Malcolm said stepping aside to allow Sabella to go downstairs ahead of him.
Sabella went over to the bed and picked up her keys, her purse and the case containing her laptop, she walked out of the guest bedroom and Malcolm followed her down the stairs.
He followed her out the front door, and they made their way to the garage. Sabella stopped and allowed Malcolm to take the lead when she felt his eyes on her bottom.
"The view would last longer if you took a picture," Sabella said.
