Terror Firsthand #51: Always On The Phone

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Always On The Phone 

In Los Angeles on phone with GD7Star 

Later that night, I received another collect call from GD7Star. I answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"What's up with you?" He asked.

"Nigga wtf you mean what's up with me?! I'm not yo baby mother! Why are you calling me for?" I said.

"I need you to put some money on my books. I'm doing bad in here. I know you don't know me like that but we are both from Virginia. Don't play me like that. I don't wanna be stuck in California with no money. I'm sorry for your loss." He said.

"Why don't you get your baby mama to send you some money! I saw y'all Instagram pictures!" I said. "And I don't care if "we" are both from Virginia. Fu*k Virginia! I'm stuck in Cali just like you- f*cking with GD6Star. I don't have any money to give you! I can barely afford this phone call! Wtf do you want!?" I screamed, while crying on the phone. 

"Look. I'm sorry for your loss." He said, referring to the man he murdered- Big Ski.

"Why don't you make an onlyfans account or something? And aren't you making money from the escorting?" He asked.

"Nigga I'm not making an onlyfans account! Don't nobody wanna pay to see my black ass! They won't even subscribe to my Instagram channel and it's only $2.50 a month! They won't buy my CD's, movies, and ain't nobody donating to my Spotify link! What the fu*k makes you think they are going to subscribe to my black ass onlyfans account if I make one?! These niggas ain't paying me! If anything, I gotta pay them to f*ck me! Not the other way around!" I explained to the cold-hearted Virginia born murderer. 

"Look. I'm sorry to hear that they won't pay you. I really am. If you can just put like $10 on my account every week that would help." He said.

"Nigga, I'm begging for money just like you are! I've been sleeping on the f*cking streets in my car! I don't have no more money! If Big Ski was still alive I'd probably have some!" I said, while still crying and mourning. 

"Now come on, you know that nigga wasn't living right. You know that you would've ended up dead or in jail like Jamaica Rosenberg f*cking with him. Be honest with yourself. Stop fantasizing over that illegal money. You know that the penthouse lifestyle would not have lasted very long." Said GD7Star.

He was right.

"You still didn't answer my f*cking question? Can't your baby mother do it? And no I can not give you $10 a week for the next 20 years." I replied.

"My baby mother wants you to stay away from GD6Star. She is f*cking with him now. She belongs to me and him." He said, nastily.

"Nigga you got some nerve killing Big Ski and then asking me for some money and telling me to stay away from GF6Star. F*ck yo baby mother!" I yelled, embarrassed. 

That's why GD6Star didn't call me back. He still f*cking that nigga baby mother and they have no problem sharing the bi*ch. I hung up the phone on GD7Star and I didn't put s*it in his account. I texted GD6Star and said,

Why haven't you called me? I've been in Cali waiting on you. I don't know anyone else here! 

I'm still mad about you fu*king that other nigga. If you want to leave California go right ahead. - GD6Star messaged. 

But I thought you were going to make sure I had a place to stay! I don't wanna leave! I don't wanna go back to Arizona! I wanna stay with you! - I messaged back.

He didn't respond for several hours so I called him.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Did you give GD7Star my number? Are you still fuck*ng his baby mother? Is that why you got me out here looking homeless and bummy and won't pay me for the song?" I asked. 

"Stop asking me to pay you for the goddamn song. I already gave yo ass $1,100. That's all you're going to get! And don't question me about fuc*ing another woman. You're f*cking another nigga." He said.

"I can't believe you! I'm not fu*king another nigga! I only did that one time! I came all the way to California to see you! Don't switch up!" I yelled.

"Look. You're not my wife. It's not my job to take care you. I'm not Big Ski." He said. He was really pissing me off. He didn't really want me back.

"I don't owe GD7Star anything and you had no business passing me off to him! Y'all trying to share me and his baby mother! I'm not that b*tch friend! I don't wanna get tossed around by you and GD7Star! How unfair!" I cried.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game!" He said.

"Uggghhh! Nigga why? When am I going to see you again?" I asked.

"I don't know. I'll make that decision. Just go back to Arizona and I'll call you when I wanna see you." He said. 

"Aight whatever." I said, and hung up the phone. 

I did not want to keep driving back and forth from Phoenix to Los Angeles just to have a quickie with GD6Star. How petty! I deserve better! 

I moved my Escorts4U.com ad to the top after I got off of the phone. I still haven't been making any money from it. I began hating GD7Star even more. I really hated him. After I moved the ad up, I went to sleep. 

At the chicken restaurant in L.A.

The next day, I woke up and went to the gym to take a shower. I filled up my gas tank and the grabbed some lunch. I ate a chicken snack and then started driving back towards Phoenix Arizona. The first person I thought of, was Romeo. I reminisced on how I was literally stuck to his body the last time I saw him. 

After I got to Phoenix, I set up camp at a campground and got some rest. After I woke up I texted GD6Star again. 

Can I just make another song with you then so I can make some more money? I'm not making any money selling content or p*ssy! 

 

The last song didn't do too well. What makes you think the next one will? I don't want to waste my time. Time is money. - GD6Star replied. 

 

I began feeling dirty. I ate at a restaurant that was on a "dirty dining" news episode. I don't know why, but I couldn't turn the cheap chicken snack down, even though I knew the restaurant wasn't very clean and was unsanitary. I was starving. They had a 8 piece chicken with 2 large french fries special going on for only $2.99. The restaurant had roaches, graffiti, and mice. They also had sex offenders, people with learning disabilities, and murderers working in the kitchen according to the news episode I had seen in the past. I don't even know how they stayed open. They should've been forced to close down. 

Ok. - I messaged GD6Star. 

At the Laundromat in Phoenix 

Later that night, I drove to a 24 hour laundromat and washed my clothes. Then I drove back to my campsite and took a shower. After that, I fixed myself a glass of hot chai tea. I then went to sleep. I could hear the frogs and the mosquitos making noises all night.