Terror Firsthand #61: Back to Arizona

 ©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: Back to Arizona 

At liquor store in East Virginia 

The next day, Tracia Pueblos called me about a court document. She said that the sheriff came by and dropped off paperwork concerning me. It was Gaytrell! He really told on me and said that I sprayed him! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I started screaming at the top of my lungs! I didn't want to leave West Virginia because of the threats from GD6! What was I going to do now!?

I immediately packed up my things and drove towards East Virginia. I stopped at a gas station along the way because my stomach felt queasy! Gaytrell was all the way in Arizona! He had some nerve setting me up like that! I already went through that with Denisha Montego in Jamaica! 

The drive to East Virginia was short. Soon I got there, I stopped by the liquor store. I needed to calm my nerves. I hated the liquor stores in VA. They were all the same. After I got the bottle, I drove to LPC to get my mail. I didn't want to use a virtual mailbox service because it was a waste of money to me. I had one for a whole year one time and I didn't use it very often. The only time I used it was to pick up merch for my online media store.

Anyways, the neighbors next door at LPC were throwing a loud obnoxious party. There were dozens of people outside, and they all stared at me when I got out of the car. My face was covered but they were still looking at me. I didn't like the way they stared. I felt violated and disgusted. 

After I got in the house, I looked at the letter. The man's name wasn't Montrell, it was actually Quantrell Waters. I hated that name. The court date was scheduled for a month away. I wanted to hire a lawyer, but I couldn't find one that I could afford. I threw up all day in the bathroom. I didn't even have enough money to drive back to Phoenix! 

I ended up taking out a loan from a bank for $5,000. I figured that would be enough to get me there. I sat around all day crying because the lame nigga set me up. I typed in his name on google and I actually found his Facebook page. On his Facebook page he had pictures of him, his kids, his baby mother, and his whole family on there. I felt even more threatened by the predator! People that know alot of motherf*ckers are always bullying me, just because I don't know anybody! 

His latest status update read, 

Yeah to that bi*ch Oya Obinidodo she is not going to get away with spraying me! 

There were opps and haters commenting all over it.

Yeah cuzin don't let that bum disrespect you 

Get the dusty tard off of us! 

Oya Obinidodo ain't nothing but a lil bummy prostitute that's living off the government 

Tard tard tard tard! She probably wanna suck all of us off ! 

That lady a disgusting copycat of our family 

Oya Obinidodo is a man. Y'all better not let him get away!

She'll never get anywhere! 

That musty tard wanna fu*k us all! Don't give that pedo anything y'all! She is a scam! 

Don't give that lesbian tard y'all spotlight! 

We support you Trell! We ain't going let that raggedy hoe slide.

We don't want her! We'll never love her!

It was the most stinkiest, fakest, hateful, disgusting, grossest post I had read all year. Those fake f*ggots sounded like Mevin Died Heaven. I couldn't believe my life was falling apart behind a stranger that took advantage of me. Gaytrell wanted to hurt me very badly, and none cared. I didn't know that f*ggot! I was at the campground minding my own fu*king business! I threw up some more and then went to sleep. I couldn't handle the hate. I had no one to turn to. Not a single soul. I felt more used and abused than I already did. 

I thought about ha*ging myself, but I was too scared. Big C looked scared. He knew that I was in imminent danger. I did not want to go back to Phoenix. 

I woke up. After I read the rest of my mail, I immediately left VA and went back to West Virginia where I was at before. I wanted to lay low. I didn't want to speak to anyone. I was afraid of court. I hated court. I didn't want to show my face to anyone in there. I wanted to wear a ski mask, but I knew they would make me take it off. They'd probably make me take a hijab off too. I don't think that's fair. I don't want to show my face to those hateful, negligent, sickening people! I don't want them to know what I look like! Yuck! 

I couldn't get out of the court date. I felt like I was loosing my sanity. I didn't want to be anywhere near Phoenix. I began to hate myself, and regret all of my life choices. I started wallowing in pity, shame, extreme disgust, and utter despair. I tried praying, but no one heard me. No one cared.