Terror Firsthand #65: Walk Right Back Out

 ©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: Walk Right Back Out 

Later on that evening after having a candlelit dinner that consisted of lobster tail with garlic butter sauce and filet mignon with a margarita, I cut the television the fu*k back on.

"30 year old Aafreen Bashir confessed to murdering her first cousin Quantrell Waters by forcing him into her truck. Then she laced him with a sedative right before stripping him naked, pushed him out of her vehicle in the middle of the night, and dropped Waters off in the remote desert. She said that Waters sexual assaulted her and the rape kit proved that she was telling the truth. Waters had a history of sexual assault. Bashier is also being charged with the death of her first cousin Zara Hassan." The reporter stated.

"Bashir confessed to dropping Hassan off in the same desert, just a few miles away from where she dropped Waters off. She also laced her with a sedative and stripped her naked of her clothes and dropped her off in the remote desert. Bashir said that Zara Hassan was bullying her and threatening her and tried to force her to be gay. Bashir said that Hassan forced herself onto her, after telling her that she was not a lesbian. Bashir, who is a single, stay at home mother of three, is being charged with 1 count of aggravated manslaughter and 1 count of first degree murder and her bond is set to $100,000". Said the news reporter.

It's sad what happened to Aafreen Bashir. I cut the TV off and went for a walk. Being in Myrtle Beach felt funny. It always feels funny moving to a new place. I didn't know anyone there either. I started getting scared of GD6. I knew that he was still after me. I got back on the GanglandVA.com site to see if he was still on there and he was. I didn't want to join anymore gangs so I hurried up and got back off of the site. 

The next day, I decided that I wanted to learn how to do some fire tricks. I learned how to put fire in my mouth. It is very dangerous but after I got the hang of it, I went down to the beach and started doing it in front of others. They tipped me and everyone watched. On my first day, I made about $500. 

I took the money and paid for cheap motel for five nights. I didn't want to be in the dingy motel, but I didn't want to spend all of the money from the loan so I had no choice. After I got in the hotel, I started looking for a gigaglo online. I found one by the name of Dinero Marc. It was the same nigga that I had tried to rob in Louisiana. He agreed to come see me and said that he was traveling. He came to the room at 6 pm the next evening. He still had the bag of marijuana on him.

"Long time no see." He said.

"What the f*ck are you going in South Carolina?" I asked.

"I'm always on the move. Take off your clothes. I never got a chance to see that naked body!" Said Dinero Marc. 

"Um don't you think I should chill? I mean, I don't really know you like that. I only met you twice." I said. "I don't want you to think I'm a hoe."

"I don't think you're a hoe. I think you need me to protect you. Here. How about you roll up a blunt. Or do you want to smoke the pen?" He asked, while handing me about a eighth of weed and a vape pen. I didn't feel like rolling up so I just smoked the pen.

"Your clothes are still on though!" I said, embarrassed by how fast I was moving. Nigga might've been gay.

"Then he went into the bathroom and got in the shower and came out completely naked. Then he got in the bed and rolled up a joint. 

"Take off your clothes and come get in the bed." He demanded. 

Then I started crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just been through a lot lately. I'm embarrassed." I said.

"Don't be. Just get in the bed. I'll make you more comfortable." He insisted.

At the motel with Dinero Marc 

I got in the bed and asked him a question.

"Are you still apart of that rap group?" I asked.

"No. I'm solo. I'm doing my own thing now." He said, while taking a puff of the fire weed.

"Oh." I said.

Then he took of my dress and started kissing me all over. Then he kissed me in the mouth and started sucking on my tits. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Where is Lil Ed?" I asked.

"Why are you worried about him? What, you like that nigga or something?" Asked Dinero Marc.

"Nah I was just...." Soon as I said that, there was a knock on the door. Dinero Marc got up and put his clothes on and answered. It was lil Ed and another woman. I did not invite them!

"Hey y'all!" Said the woman.

"Nigga wtf! Who is that?" I asked.

"You already know who that nigga is. That's his girlfriend, Marcella, but people call her Lil Cella." Dinero Marc said.

"I do the same thing you do girl. I rap too!" Lil Cella said. 

"Oh yeah!? Are you on Spotify?" I asked. I really didn't care. I was trying to chill with Marco.

"Yeah, my name is Lil Cella." She said. 

I went to her profile and she only had two singles. One was with Lil Ed, and the other one was with Lil Ed and Dinero Marc. I won't feeling her. She had on fake blue fingernails, had blue box braids, blue lipstick, and looked gay. Lil Cella and Lil Ed barged their way into the room like it was theirs. She looked like a Sexy Bluuee wannabe.

Dinero Marc got back in the bed and told me to get back in there with him, while the couple sat at the table that was in the room. Marco rolled up another blunt and and passed it around. I didn't even want to hit it. I just wanted Lil Ed and his bi*ch to leave. Lil Cella's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Girl you know I'm out here by the beach. I'm with Lil Ed at the motel. Where you at? Ok I'll hit you up later." Said the ratchet b*tch. I really did not want her in my room. 

Eduardo 'Lil Ed' Diaz and Marcella 'Lil Cella'

"What the hell you got so much blue on for? You a Crip or something?" I asked Lil Cella.

"No I'm not a Crip. I just like the color blue. Bae what's her problem?" She asked Lil Ed, like I asked her something bad.

"I don't have a problem. You came to my motherfu*king room. I didn't even know you were coming. I should've told Dinero Marc that I don't allow females in my presence but I'm going to tell him now." I said. Then I looked at Marco.

"Marc. I don't allow females in my presence." I firmly said.

"Bro I'm sorry but she don't want no woman up in here I'll catch up with y'all later." Marco told Eduardo. 

Then Lil Cella and Lil Ed got up from the table. Lil Cella pulled out her tits and flashed them at me. Then she stuck out her tongue. 

"Girl please. You know you wanna see my tits." Said Lil Cella.

"No the f*ck I don't bi*ch! I'm not gay. Now get the f*ck out of my room. I ain't playing." I said. 

Then she popped her tits back into her shirt and put her tounge back in her mouth and rolled her eyes and walked out. Dinero Marc and Lil Ed gave each other a hug before lil Ed walked out. Now it was just me and Marco again. I didn't like his ass anymore. He was doing the most.

"What was that about? F*ck you mean you don't allow women in your presence? You're a woman!" He yelled, like he was offended or something.

"I ain't gay! Nigga I don't even get papsmears and mammograms because I don't want a bi*ch looking at my p*ssy or touching my breasts. Fu*k out of here! Those gays hoes will set me up in a heartbeat!" I said. 

"Lil Cella isn't gay. Every bi*ch is not trying to f*ck you. I think you're overreacting. She was trying to be cool with your ass." Said Dinero Marc.

"Nigga I run a website called No Females Allowed in real life. It means no females allowed. It's what I stand for." I said.

"Well I don't like it. How are you going to get paid if you don't like women?! They're the ones that's supposed to be buying your music! They're supposed to feel like they can relate!" He said, sounding agitated. I knew we weren't going to have sex. He was acting too iffy.

"I'm not trying to cater to women just because I'm a woman. Nigga I've witnessed more downlow lesbians getting down than you can imagine. I don't trust women anymore. I'm not gay." I said.

"Yeah whatever you're being mad lame right now. I don't even know why I came over here!" He said. 

"Are you fuc*ing Lil Cella or something? You act like you want her more! The fu*k?" I asked.

"You need to keep your lame ass off those websites. Don't nobody wanna fu*k a loner." Said Dinero Marc.

"Now I see why I tried to rob your ass the first time! It'll never work out between me and a nigga like you! I don't know what I was thinking!" I yelled.

"Bit*h you are not getting my penis. And yeah, I'll fu*k lil Cella before I fu*k with you!" He said, while getting ready to leave.

"So you going to f*ck Lil Ed bit*h behind his back?" I asked.

"Man lil Ed will let me f*ck that bi*ch in front of his face bro. He don't care! Y'all could've hit it off!" Said Dinero Marc.

"See, that's the gay sh*t I'm talking about. I don't wanna hit it off with a woman bro. I was trying to get some di*k. Not pu*sy. Get the fu*k out my room!" I screamed. Dinero Marc walked straight out of my motel room. Big C started barking. 

Alone in room

After Dinero Marc left, I layed in bed alone, wishing I was with another nigga. I didn't even try to find a replacement. I was too pissed off. I decided to just call it a night and go to sleep. Dinero Marc lied. He was still hanging with Lil Ed and still a part of that dangerous ass rap group.