Terror Firsthand #68: From Riches To Snitches

 ©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: From Riches to Snitches 

Having breakfast at the hotel in Atlanta 

The next morning, around 6 am, I went downstairs to make a waffle and grab some free breakfast. I ate waffles with syrup, cereal, oatmeal, sausage links, and egg patties. I also had a bowl of fresh strawberries topped with chocolate, nuts, and whipped cream, with a glass of orange juice, grape juice, and apple juice. I didn't eat all of it, I just sampled each thing that was on the breakfast buffet. 

I didn't want to leave the hotel yet so I took the money that I had made eating fire in Myrtle Beach and paid for another day. I was too scared to leave. I cut the TV on and saw a podcast interview about a girl in Virginia that does eyelashes. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen. 

"So your name is BadazzNeekaK ?" Asked the podcast host- Lazy Jennifer. I usually don't watch podcasts with women, but I wanted to know why there was a chick from Virginia on an interview about eyelashes. 

"Yes I'm BadazzNeekaK." Said the girl.

"So how old are you and how did you start doing eyelashes?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"I'm 30 and I started doing lashes when I was 21. Everybody used to ask me to do theirs because they liked mine." Said BadazzNeekaK.

"Okay so how much money did you make?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"H*e why you worried bout how much money I make? How much money do you make?" Asked BadazzNeekaK, while letting out an obnoxious laugh.

Lazy Jennifer started laughing and said,

"If you don't want to answer that, then you don't have to. I'll move on to the next question." 

"If you really wanna know I'll tell you. I made...." Said BadazzNeekaK.

"No you don't have to answer. Next question. So where are you from? Like what city did you grow up in?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"I grew up in Norfolk Virginia." Said BadazzNeekaK.

As soon as she said that, I knew she wasn't sh*t. What she said next was even more shocking. 

"So you mentioned that you only use super glue on your eyelashes. Can you explain that?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"Yes. I only use super glue so the eyelashes won't fall off. All those other glues don't work." BadazzNeekaK replied. "Customers used to complain that their lashes kept falling off so I made sure they never fell off again." 

"Don't you think using super glue is a little too harsh on the lashes? I mean come on? Are you sure no one ever complains about that?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"My customers never make complaints after I switched to super glue because if they did, I'd have to rip their eyelashes off. I'm not going to do that." Replied BadazzNeekaK.

"Do they even know that you're using super glue?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"No, they don't find out until after they home and realize that their lashes are not going to come off." Said BadazzNeekaK.

"Girl you are one cold bi*ch. I can't believe you're using super glue to put their lashes on." Said Lazy Jennifer.

"I gotta do what I gotta do." Said BadazzNeekaK.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time. So you've never had to rip anyone's eyelashes off before?" Asked Lazy Jennifer. 

"No I have not. My clients know not to f*ck with me!" Said BadazzNeekaK. 

"Okay because we have someone backstage who said that you have ripped off people's eyelashes before, including hers. Her name is BadazzTrishBoo. Let's bring her out." Said Lazy Jennifer. A few seconds later, another girl walked into the room and started swinging at BadazzNeekaK.

"B*tch you ripped my eyelashes off! They never grew back! F*ck you! I hate you!" Said BadazzTrishBoo. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The two women faught for about 3 minutes before security rushed out and broke up the fight. 

"I told this bi*ch that it hurt to remove my lashes and she told me to come over to her eyelash spot and said that she will help me take them off and then when I got there she ripped them off and I started screaming! Then when I tried to hit her, some n*gga rushed over and had me kicked out the spot. My eyes became so sore and sensitive! They're still hurting now! This bum bi*ch ain't my friend no more! I hope people stop letting this b*tch put super glue on their s*it because it's not worth it! I rather my lash just fall off! " Said BadazzTrishBoo, while sobbing in tears. 

"BadazzNeekaK what do you have to say about all this?" Asked Lazy Jennifer, while looking at her with disgust.

"I told her that the lashes wouldn't fall off, just like I tell everyone else. She agreed to get them so I don't know what she's still whining about. " Said BadazzNeekaK. 

"Bit*h I want my money back! And I wanna rip your eyelashes off too, just like you did me. I bet you're not using super glue on your own lashes! You won't even come clean about the products you're using!" Said BadazzTrishBoo, still crying and holding her eyelashes. 

"You damn right I don't use super glue on my own lashes and I'm not telling you what I use. That's what your broke ass get for coming to my lash spot. You shoulda just minded your business. I don't give refunds either. It saids that on the receipt h*e." Said BadazzNeekaK while rolling her eyes and then put up a middle finger.

BadazzTrishBoo being escorted out of interview by security 

BadazzTrishBoo got up and started swinging at the girl again. Security rushed in and dragged her out of the studio. That podcast was as ghetto as they come. 

"So don't you think you're going to loose all of your clients now that BadazzTrishBoo has exposed your dirty practices?" Asked Lazy Jennifer.

"B*tch I done made enough money off all them dumb ass b*tches already. I don't care if they never come back! Their lashes going to end up falling off! Said BadazzNeekaK.

"Well that's all for today folks BadazzNeekaK here with us today and wants y'all to let her put super glue on y'all eyelashes! Go to her website BadazzNeekaK.Net to book your appointment! She is in Norfolk Virginia." Said Lazy Jennifer.

It was one of the most ratchet podcast I had ever seen! I'm glad I don't let women do my eyelashes or hair or makeup! What kind of ratchet bi*ch is BadazzNeekaK? There are probably other women out there like her. 

I turned the channel and saw Mary Ann Crouton speaking about the incident that had happened at Sunset Sky Bar and Grill. She obviously found time to dye her hair blonde since the incident. 

"Yes. I was sleeping with Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton and my husband knew. He said that next time he sees Tremaine, he was going to set him on fire." Said Mary Ann Crouton.

Mary Ann Crouton was a snitch! What a low down dirty h*e! And why didn't Paul Lawrence Crouton just get a divorce from his stank wife? He's a nice looking, rich, wealthy, man! He could've easily found a replacement! Why he had to catch a murder case for?! How stupid! 

"I told him not to kill him, that I would end the affair, but he killed him anyway." Said Mary Ann Crouton. Boy was she was a disgusting sight to look at. 

"Why did you have an affair with Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton?" Asked the reporter.

"I had been sleeping with Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton since the day he started working at the bar as a promoter, which was about 8 years ago. My husband didn't find out until a few months ago. He caught me having sex with Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton in the office. He had planted a hidden camera without my knowledge. I guess he got rid of the cameras right before he murdered Tremaine." Said Mary Ann Crouton, while crying.

"I will always love Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton and I will always love my husband too!" Said Mary Ann Crouton.

"Yuck!" I yelled, while watching the news report. 

Mary Ann Crouton was one sick f*ck! I began to hate the Sunset Sky Bar and Grill even more. What a trashy establishment. It was not as classy as I thought.

"What led to the affair 8 years ago. Why did you cheat on your husband?" Asked the reporter.

"Because I wanted to. I enjoyed the thrill of sleeping with his best friend behind his back and then showing up to the bar we owned, like nothing ever happened. There has been many times where all three of us were all in the same room, and my husband didn't know anything! I enjoyed hiding the secret from him. Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton had a bigger penis than my husband, and he did things that my husband wouldn't do. He was much better in bed than my husband." Said Mary Ann Crouton.

"How many other people have you slept with behind your husband's back?" Asked the reporter.

"Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton was the only one. He was the closest man to my husband. My husband had no other friends. He was too focused on running the business." Said Mary Ann Crouton.

"Are you going to get a divorce from Paul Lawrence Crouton?" Asked the reporter.

"No. I'm going to support my husband. Even if he gets put away." Said Mary Ann Crouton. 

I couldn't take it anymore. Paul Lawrence Crouton had to be the dumbest man on earth for marrying a shiesty h*e like Mary Ann. He lost everything because of her! I felt sorry for him! He's so dumb that he's not even going to get a divorce! 

I cut the TV completely off and then ordered a lobster tail and filet mignon, and champagne from the room service menu. I stepped outside on the balcony to enjoy the Atlanta city skyline and the fresh night air. I stepped back inside and saw a masked man standing there. He pointed a knife at me and said,

"You better not testify against Paul Lawrence Crouton in court!" 

"Why the fu*k would I do that? I don't know that man. I was only there for the day party. His wife already snitched on camera! Why aren't you after her!? Y'all niggas got to be the dumbest!" I yelled.

"His wife is gone. The world moves fast. That interview with his wife was around 4 am this morning. She's already dead now and no one knows. If you start talking, you're going to be next!" Said the masked man. 

"I'm not going to say nothing! I don't know anyone! I promise!" I yelled.

"I hope not!" Said the masked man, before leaving my hotel room. 

The masked man in hotel room 

I don't even know how he got in! I no longer felt safe there! I was ready to go but I pretended to not be fazed, so I stayed. I slept with a can of pepper spray and a knife under the pillow, just in case the masked man made his way back inside. I wanted to know if Mary Ann Crouton was actually dead for real, and I wanted to watch another news report about the case.