The Great Mate Escape

Three Levels of Hell

The day went on as usual for me after that. Of course I still got the sympathy looks and a few hugs and wishes of strength and promises of things getting easier. I wonder if these people even know the level of pain one goes through when losing a parent? But, me being me, I simply smiled and thanked them. I know they mean well but it still wasn’t what I needed. What I needed was my dad. That would make everything right again, but I knew that would never happen.

As I went into the girls washroom for a quick pee before home time, I took a deep breath to clear my head before I saw mom. I didn’t want her to know I was upset, not today. She tried to so hard this morning to make is special, now that I understand why, I would never do anything to destroy that. Besides Ally, my mom is my best friend and I would never intentionally hurt my mom.

As I’m doing my business, I am brought out of my thoughts by some girls coming in and talking loudly and giggling. “OMG! Did you see those three Gods in the hallway?” “I know! They’re so hot! Tall and muscular. I think the one with the long dark hair winked at me. What I wouldn’t give to have a night with him. I bet he’s good, like toe curling good.” “Goddes, Cindy, you’re such a s**t. Besides, I bet anything they all have girlfriends. They are too hot to be single.” “Ya, well, I didn’t see any girls hanging off their arms, which means they either don’t go to this school, or they don’t exist..yet.” The door opening and closing and the silence besides the water dripping from the leaking tap was all that was heard. I finish and wash my hands and walk out of the washroom and crash straight into a brick wall..make that 3 of them.

Hands on my waist stop me from falling on my butt but I still gasp at the surprise of it all. I feel a strange tingling where the strangers hands are but forget about it once I look up and see who is my saviour. It’s the one with the long dark hair the girls were talking about. They were right, he’s hot, like amazingly hot. Besides his dark hair that is so black, there are streaks of blue, his eyes are the brightest green I have ever seen. His jaw line is straight and perfect, with a nose that isn’t too big nor too small, it’s perfect for his face. My eyes, then trail down to his prominent Adams apple to the black button down he’s wearing that has the first 3 buttons undone, showing some of his tattoo. The shirt helps to showcase his solid chest and muscular arms, which has the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms and his tattoos and veins surrounding his muscles. His waist is trim and his black jeans are tight around his muscular thighs, down to his black boots encasing his large feet. A throat clearing and a chuckle brings my head snapping back up and my cheeks turn red of embarrassment. I look at him and he’s got the sexiest smirk, showing his perfect white teeth sparkling between his plump, kissable lips. I suddenly want to kiss him and bite his bottom lip. I can feel I’m getting turned on and getting wet down below. A growl from beside me makes me turn my head and look at the other two.

I know they can hear my heart beating uncontrollably fast as the other two are just as perfectly sculpted as the one who is still holding me. The one to my right is smiling at me and I can see the sparkle of mischief in his sky blue eyes. His dirty blonde hair comes to his shoulders and has a little curl at the ends. It’s messily pulled back like he runs his hands through it all the time to keep it back and out of his handsome face. He has a little bit of a 5 o’clock shadow that only adds to his s*x appeal. He’s wearing a white t-shirt that hugs each and every muscle including his 8 pack. The sleeves are straining around his huge biceps that are covered in tribal tattoos and some run the length of his arms down to his hands which has a wolf on the top of one and a moon on the other. Like the other one, his thighs are threatening to tear his blue jeans apart and claim freedom from such stifling material. I can clearly see the gift he has been given through his jeans and I can help but feel myself get even more turned on at the thought of something that huge claiming me over and over. He chuckles deeply and I’m brought back to his face as he’s looking down at me. “Like what you see, little one?” I want to hide somewhere but I can’t move, even if my traitorous legs would move, I am still trapped in the hands of the one who is in front of me. I look back at him and notice he’s now got one eye brow c****d and his eyes seem darker.

I hear another growl and look over to my left, to the third wall. Sweet Mother of all that is Holy..three of them? How? How can there possibly be three of the hottest men I have ever seen in, not only our school, but in front of me? This one has dark brown hair that is shaved on the sides and long in the middle and is tied in the back. His hazel eyes are so intense, I swear my soul gasped. His eyes were fierce, eyebrows in a scowl and his lips were lightly parted but I could see his tether were clenched and by the movement of his strong jaw, he was grinding his molars. His band shirt was not quite as tight as the other guy’s, but it still hid nothing, showing he was muscular and strong. He had black, ripped jeans on and black boots that had silver studs and chains on them. His neck had a tattoo of a wolf on one side and a rose on the other with thorny vines that went from each one and disappeared under the collar of his shirt. His arms and hands were tattooed as well and he had big silver rings on each hand. I don’t understand what was happening to me but I just keep get more and more excited by these men and was practically dripping now. His hazel eyes turn dark and he growls at me as he leans in closer and takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. They are black now. He growls a bit louder this time and I gasp and finally break free of the hands holding me when I take a couple steps back.

The one that caught me chuckles and pats the growling one on his back, “Calm down Zack. Can’t you see you’re scaring the poor girl?”

The one to my left chuckles, “Ya Zack, we all know why you’re growling, trust me, it’s a delicious reason too, but she is not for us.”

The one they call Zack, the growler, seems to get it together and his eyes turn back to hazel. He shuffles his head left to right and then leans down so his mouth is by my ear. “Hello little angel. Remember us? We remember you.” He chuckles deeply and looks up at the other guys, smiling while still leaned down by my ear. “Remember, when we said good-bye to dear old daddy.” He emphasizes the word daddy.

I gasp at what he’s said and turn my head towards him. Any s****l frustration I was feeling is completely gone in an instant. I hear the other 2 snicker and I’m pissed.“f**k you. Who the f**k are you guys? You know what? Never mind, I don’t want to know who you, because I think I’ll just call you Asshole 1, 2 and 3. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to go.”

I turn to leave when my wrist is grabbed and I’m back so my back is against a rock hard stomach and my head just barely makes it to his chest. “And where do you have to go, little one? Where is so important that you have to run off so soon? And the name’s Zander, little one, although I have been called asshole a time or two as well. The one that saved that pretty little a*s of yours from hitting the ground is Zane and of course, our brooding, growling brother, Zachery, but don’t call him that, he’ll rip your arms off and beat the s**t out you with them, call him Zach.”

“But don’t call me asshole, little angel. Especially if you’re going to number us.” Zach says.

“You can call me asshole if you like, but only if I get to take yours.” Zane winks at me and checks out my a*s.

“f**k you, all three of you. And how dare you call me little angel. That is for my dad only. Don’t you ever call me that again.” I look at Zach with tears in my eyes, but I’m not going to let them fall.

As if on cue, Ally comes running down that hallway. “What the f**k! Let her go! f*****g wanna be Three Stooges!”

I feel my wrist be released and I quickly turn around and slap Zach across the face. “Asshole.”

Ally grabs my hand and we quickly leave the hallway running out of the door to her car. “f**k Liv, who were they? They were hot, but what did they do to you? I’ve never seen you so upset since you lost your dad.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, ok Ally? Thank you, though, for showing up when you did.” I look over and smile at her. She nods her head in understanding and smiles back. “Hey, do you mind if we stop at the bakery on our way home?”

“Black forest cake?” She asks. I nod my head in confirmation. It was my dad’s all time favorite and we had to have it for his birthday every year. So now we have it for his birthday and his anniversary he left us. It’s our way of letting him know we will always remember him and it feels good to eat cake, laugh and remember all the good times.

I just wish I could remember those three guys. How did they know me? I don’t remember them at dad’s funeral. All I know, is that I think they will be my three levels of hell.