Slipway Grey: A Deep Sea Thriller Read Online Free
Author: Dane Hatchell, Mark C. Scioneaux
Tags: thriller, Horror, Sea stories, Sharks, Shark attacks, Deep Sea
Drugs, alcohol…sex?”
Luke felt himself grow nauseous as the words left his mom’s mouth. To his surprise, he also found himself angry. Here he had a chance to have one positive high school memory, and she was trying to stand in his way. He was done listening to her rant about how kids should act.
“Mom, look, in two months I’m moving across the country to attend college. While there, I’ll be tempted daily with drugs, alcohol, and sex. You can’t treat me like a child anymore. I want to go. I need to have one good memory from high school when I’m on the West Coast. Please.”
She sat in silence, staring at him. He noticed her eyes went glassy with moisture when he mentioned moving away. She tried to speak, but each time stopped, leaving Luke on the edge of his seat.
“You can go, son,” his dad spoke up. “Have a good time, but be safe.”
Luke was shocked. It wasn’t like his parents to take opposing sides. He felt like jumping up and hugging the old man, but instead, chose not to.
“Henry, shouldn’t we talk about this more?”
“What’s there to talk about? Let the boy have fun. Hell, when we were in high school, we went camping for a week without parents. And believe me, son, there was alcohol, drugs, and even some sex.” His dad smiled. Luke looked horrified.
“Henry!” She slapped him, playfully. It only led to more terror on Luke’s face.
“Oh, man, can I be excused, please. I’m not hungry anymore.”
His dad nodded, and Luke bolted from the table. He ran up the stairs and to his room. His fingers fumbled with the phone as he called Glenn.
“Glenn, hey man. Yep, it’s a go!”
Chapter 5
18 Months Earlier
She walks cloaked in darkness, and the darkness becomes her. Not the absence of light, but the thing inside her. The thing allows her to live without feeling, love without happiness, and kill without remorse.
She picks out her sluttiest dress, a ruby-red number that accents her curves. She’s only 16, but looks in her mid-20’s when the makeup’s been applied. It’s all bullshit anyway. Just face paint to cover up what she is on the inside: a monster. She is broken down, used up, and ready to make someone else feel what she feels every day she gets up in the morning.
The bar is hopping, and the bouncer doesn’t give her a second glance. It’s as if she’s invisible, but the stares from the guys inside tells her she’s anything but. Loud music plays through the night, making her insides vibrate. Letting her feel something. Just vibrations , she thinks. Only vibrations . She saddles up to the bar and orders a cranberry and vodka. She downs it in one gulp and orders another. And then another. She’ll savor her third drink. Just enough alcohol to dull the pain, but not enough to overtake her senses.
She sets the bait out. Attracting men is like fishing, and all you need is the right equipment. She squeezes her arms together, making her breast pop, and crosses and uncrosses her legs, letting the onlookers get a glimpse of what they hope to get between tonight. She’ll let one of them get a sniff. If he succeeds in driving it home, well then, that’s on him.
She hooks one. Tan skin. Glazed eyes from too much booze. He tumbles forward and shoves a glass under her nose. A glass of white wine. It smells cheap and sweet. The pill at the bottom still hasn’t dissolved all the way. Sometimes, they make it too easy for her. She doesn’t have a code. There’s no killer’s creed with her. Everyone should die. She wants to kill everyone. But the bad ones, they take the least amount of convincing.
“Wine for the lady,” he says.
“You’re too kind, but I’m a vodka girl.”
“You sound like an uptight bitch.”
He goes to walk away. She can’t let him off that easy. She grabs his arm and spins him around. Their lips meet, tongues swirl, and her hand grabs his crotch. His cock bulges, and she knows she has just set the
Luke felt himself grow nauseous as the words left his mom’s mouth. To his surprise, he also found himself angry. Here he had a chance to have one positive high school memory, and she was trying to stand in his way. He was done listening to her rant about how kids should act.
“Mom, look, in two months I’m moving across the country to attend college. While there, I’ll be tempted daily with drugs, alcohol, and sex. You can’t treat me like a child anymore. I want to go. I need to have one good memory from high school when I’m on the West Coast. Please.”
She sat in silence, staring at him. He noticed her eyes went glassy with moisture when he mentioned moving away. She tried to speak, but each time stopped, leaving Luke on the edge of his seat.
“You can go, son,” his dad spoke up. “Have a good time, but be safe.”
Luke was shocked. It wasn’t like his parents to take opposing sides. He felt like jumping up and hugging the old man, but instead, chose not to.
“Henry, shouldn’t we talk about this more?”
“What’s there to talk about? Let the boy have fun. Hell, when we were in high school, we went camping for a week without parents. And believe me, son, there was alcohol, drugs, and even some sex.” His dad smiled. Luke looked horrified.
“Henry!” She slapped him, playfully. It only led to more terror on Luke’s face.
“Oh, man, can I be excused, please. I’m not hungry anymore.”
His dad nodded, and Luke bolted from the table. He ran up the stairs and to his room. His fingers fumbled with the phone as he called Glenn.
“Glenn, hey man. Yep, it’s a go!”
Chapter 5
18 Months Earlier
She walks cloaked in darkness, and the darkness becomes her. Not the absence of light, but the thing inside her. The thing allows her to live without feeling, love without happiness, and kill without remorse.
She picks out her sluttiest dress, a ruby-red number that accents her curves. She’s only 16, but looks in her mid-20’s when the makeup’s been applied. It’s all bullshit anyway. Just face paint to cover up what she is on the inside: a monster. She is broken down, used up, and ready to make someone else feel what she feels every day she gets up in the morning.
The bar is hopping, and the bouncer doesn’t give her a second glance. It’s as if she’s invisible, but the stares from the guys inside tells her she’s anything but. Loud music plays through the night, making her insides vibrate. Letting her feel something. Just vibrations , she thinks. Only vibrations . She saddles up to the bar and orders a cranberry and vodka. She downs it in one gulp and orders another. And then another. She’ll savor her third drink. Just enough alcohol to dull the pain, but not enough to overtake her senses.
She sets the bait out. Attracting men is like fishing, and all you need is the right equipment. She squeezes her arms together, making her breast pop, and crosses and uncrosses her legs, letting the onlookers get a glimpse of what they hope to get between tonight. She’ll let one of them get a sniff. If he succeeds in driving it home, well then, that’s on him.
She hooks one. Tan skin. Glazed eyes from too much booze. He tumbles forward and shoves a glass under her nose. A glass of white wine. It smells cheap and sweet. The pill at the bottom still hasn’t dissolved all the way. Sometimes, they make it too easy for her. She doesn’t have a code. There’s no killer’s creed with her. Everyone should die. She wants to kill everyone. But the bad ones, they take the least amount of convincing.
“Wine for the lady,” he says.
“You’re too kind, but I’m a vodka girl.”
“You sound like an uptight bitch.”
He goes to walk away. She can’t let him off that easy. She grabs his arm and spins him around. Their lips meet, tongues swirl, and her hand grabs his crotch. His cock bulges, and she knows she has just set the
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