Breaking Through

Prologue Part 1: Cameron

Cameron's POV

"Come find me, Cami." Her sweet sing-song voice playfully beckoned me to her.

"Where are you, Jess?"  I called out as I searched every slide and swing.  I looked behind the bushes and trees for the beautiful wild girl who I had been playing hide and seek with all afternoon.

"You're getting warmer." Her little voice cackled with excitement. I changed direction to move towards the beautiful sound.

Her soft laughter carried on the wind and swirled around me as I continued my mad search for her.  I was growing more desperate to find her as each second passed.  Where was she?  Where could she be hiding?

"Jessa? You can come out now.  I'm giving up.  You win. I'm done playing this stupid game."  I cried out impatiently to her.

I felt her tiny hands slide around my waist and I let her tackle me from behind, bringing both of us to the ground. I rolled over on my back and pulled her body on top of mine.

"That's not fair, Jessa. You were cheating."  I complained as she placed her hands on the top portion of my stomach and rested her chin on them. 

"You just suck at the game, Cheese Puff." Her frost-colored eyes stared up at me as a playful grin spread over her face.  Her hair was wild today and blocked her face a little. I wanted to see all of her smile and hated it when she tried to hide it.  She didn't give anyone else that smile other than me.  It belonged to me. 

She was mine.

I pushed her dark unruly hair back off her face. She did that little thing she always did where she took her bottom lip between her teeth while batting her eyelashes at me.  She always did it when she was nervous; I wasn't sure if she ever even realized she was doing it. 

I knew right then that I was going to marry this girl.  Fourteen years old and I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. 

"You're going to pay for saying that, darling." I teased her playfully.

Why did I call her darling?  Well, that was what my dad called my mom.  It felt like it fit.  She was darling to me. All the other boys in our class made fun of me for calling her that, but I didn't care.  She was a perfected blend of fierceness and fragility; there was no one else in the world like her. She was everything to me.

I reached down and began tickling her sides. She hated to be tickled.  She had this little grumbly voice that would come out every time my fingers would touch the bare skin on her stomach.  I felt like growling right along with her as I touched her.  Every little noise she made only drove me further until we were gasping for air. She always stole all my breath away. I wasn't sure what the feeling was, but I knew I liked the way she made me tingle.  I loved making her feel the same way too. 

When I had her distracted enough, I took control and flipped her on her back. She squealed when I pinned her down to the ground.  She used to be better at fighting against me during our daily wrestling matches. Over the last year, I had grown a lot taller and stronger than her. She used to sit on top of me and taunt me when she was victorious.  Now, most of our battles ended with me leaning over top of her while she looked up at me, smiling exactly the way she was right now.

The sun hit her perfect dark chestnut curls as they spread on the ground around her.  The glow bathed her in a golden angelic halo. She was too perfect to be in this world.  She belonged in the clouds with the other angels, singing in the heavens with her beautiful voice.