Redemption

1:1- Barbados

Barbados: an island country located in the Carribean region of North America.

Their beaches would be what you would see in movies; soft white sand melting under your very touch, the water a crystal blue, growing darker at the horizon. The palm trees dancing with the wind. And the sky blue as ever.

Sighing, I continue to look at the perfect landscape of this island country. Taking in my new home. Which was so much different than the usual crowded streets of New York City.

Yachts and boats could be spotted, children playing in the sand, building sandcastles. Teens sunbathing and surfing.

A doorbell brings me out of my pondering to look where the sound came from.

I look down at the front door of this beach house to detect a bundle of brown hair, along with a pair of muscular arms holding onto what I presume to be grocery bags.

The doorbell rings again, a person stomping down the stairs from inside the house before the front door is swung open to reveal a rather exiting Heather.

Her grin could be seen from heaven, quickly taking out her arm to help the man with the bags and not so subtly rubbing her arm against him. All bags in her now, she drags them inside the house, calling for me.

I roll my eyes.

Typical.

I look down again to see that the guy was staring up at me with curious eyes.

From this distance, I can see curiosity written all over his face.

I walk back inside my room to escape it before my name was being called again by my mother.

Once in the kitchen, I start to pack away the weeks shopping. Trying to ignore Heather's excited chatter about some club that she's going on Friday.

I try to reach the top of the cupboard to place the new cups, but I can't seem to reach it.

Damn my height.

I turn around to get a stool but am met with something in the way, actually, someone.

He takes the cup held firmly in my hand and reaches up to place it in the cupboard.

His front pressed firmly to mine. I'm not surprised if he could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest.

"Thanks" is all I could force out.

He still hasn't moved. We continue to stare at each other as if in a trance. His brown orbs locking into my own brown contact lenses.

Someone clears their throat, causing him to jump a foot away from me. I finally break eye-contact to see Heather glare at me. I glare right back.

"I'm Killian Howard" Breaking the glare-off, I turn back to see that he has extended a hand towards me.

Hesitantly, I grasp his hand for a handshake. To find it send warmth throughout my body.

"Nice to meet you Killian" I nod, breaking away from the contact.

He raises an eyebrow, "And you are....?"

"Helen. Helen Walker" The new name slips through my lips with ease.

"Now that's done. Why don't you head back to where you came from Helen? Hmm?" Regina orders, her eyes darting from the stairs to me.

Wait. Where did she come from?

I ignore, but walk up to my new room anyway. The room itself was big. A queen size bed sat proudly in the middle on the far wall, decorated in white bedsheets and pillows. The blanket is black. On the far right side are two doors: one that leads to the bathroom while the other to the walk-in closet. A white study desk is found on the left-side, opposite of that is the sliding door that leads to the balcony, which is also next to the bed.