Terror Firsthand #76: The Red Flags of DV
©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: The Red Flags of DV
The next day I woke up at my campsite, started a fire and fixed a piece of fried freshly caught fish along with cheese grits and a mimosa. Then I went hiking along one of the trails nearby. After that, I cut on the TV to watch First Street Beatrice.
"Watch out bi*ches. Now I'm at the public housing office applying for housing because I don't have nowhere else to go! Y'all fake as hell!" Yelled Beatrice Nothings, while standing in the public housing building. She had changed her hair from blonde to platinum gray, like Geraldine Lassiter.
After finding out how long she would have to wait for an apartment, Beatrice Became frustrated. She stopped by a low class chicken spot and ordered chicken. There was a dead roach inside the chicken box so she took the chicken back inside.
"You put that roach in there bit*h!" Said the cashier at the ghetto chicken joint.
"Bi*ch I ain't put nothing in there! I want a refund!" She screamed.
Then the ghetto cashier was forced to give her a refund after the manager came in there.
"That's the grossest restaurant I ever ate at y'all. Don't ever go there!" Beatrice warned.
Then she got on the phone to call around and see if she could find someone who would let her stay with them.
"Hi aunt Edwina, I need a place to stay? Can I stay with you and uncle Tim for a while? I lost my job, my boyfriend, and my apartment at the same. Please aunt Edwina?" Begged Beatrice.
"I'm sorry Beatrice but we only have one bedroom. I wasn't expecting you to be in such a situation. I can give you a little bit of money if that will help. What's your cash app?" Asked Edwina.
"It's FirstStreetBeatrice." Beatrice replied.
"Ok. I'll put $200 in there for you. And you can stop by if you're hungry. I'm making fried crabs and a seafood gumbo!" Said Edwina.
"Ok thank you. I'll come by later on." Said Beatrice, and then hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Beatrice took the $200 out of the bank and went to go get her hair done at a salon.
"What the fu*k!? This bi*ch was just evicted and lost a job and worried about getting her hair done? Why couldn't she just do her own damn hair? She's so stupid!" I yelled outloud.
Beatrice drove to a salon called BeLove Hair Studio in Suffolk.
"Suffolk? What the hell is that Norfolk b*tch doing out there?" I yelled at the screen. Beatrice Nothings was all over the place. She walked inside of the salon.
"Hey I need a wash, cut, and style please. I want a bob." She demanded. She just changed her hair. Now she was changing it again.
"Ok, sit in my chair." Said the stylist. Her name was Leondra.
Beatrice sat in Leondra's chair. Leondra was watching The Gay Lash Bar and Beatrice started watching it too while getting her hair done. Lil Priya and Shannon Backstory were fighting. I changed the First Street Beatrice vlog to see the fight on there.
"Bit*h you better not fu*k my ol' man no more!" Yelled Shannon Backstory.
"Bi*ch I can f*ck Jeremy all I want!" Yelled Lil Priya.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Those two thots were fighting over a fu*king man. Then the man they were fighting over, walked inside of the salon.
"Y'all calm the fu*k down in here. It's enough of me to share the both of you." Said Jeremy. He wasn't even attractive.
"No you have to pick. It's either me or her!" Said Lil Priya.
"I'll take Shannon Backstory." Said Jeremy. "Now carry your lil ass up out my face Priya. We're through. Your pu*sy won't that good."
I still couldn't believe my eyes. What a crazy argument. Then Lil Priya pulled out a knife and stabbed Jeremy in the chest until blood started leaking everywhere. Most of it was censored out.
"Fuck*ng bit*h! Who told you you could stab my fuc*ing boyfriend!? I'm calling the cops!" Screamed Shannon while pulling out a cellphone and crying. "I'm calling the cops" was her favorite phrase!
Then Lil Priya jumped on Shannon's back and started stabbing her all over her face and body. It was unbelievable. I knew it was over for Lil Priya. After Lil Priya stabbed Shannon Backstory, she ran out of the salon and ran in front of a moving car and ki*led herself. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen. Shannon Backstory was pronounced deceased at the hospital and Jeremy survived. Lil Priya's body was transported back to Norfolk where her remains were then cremated.
Geraldine Lassiter held a candlelight visual for Shannon Backstory at the salon, and announced that she could no longer go on with the show.
"I'm closing The Bougie Lash Bar down. I should not have ever hired that Lil Priya girl. I knew she was trouble from the very start. I will not allow this type of violence to ever happen again." Said Geraldine Lassiter.
I couldn't believe Geraldine Lassiter had gave up so easily, but then again, she might would've ended up like Tyrone Givens, BadazzNeekaK, Shannon Backstory, and Lamont Gayonte' King if she kept going, and she knew that. After I saw the last episode of The Gay Lash Bar, I turned back to First Street Beatrice. She had just finished getting her hair done with her aunt's money.
Beatrice got up and looked in the mirror. Her hair was finished and she went to a nearby bar. She was approached by a ghetto ass black man named Francisco DaVoucci.
"My name is Francisco DaVoucci, but everyone calls me Frank." Said the man, while rubbing Beatrice's back.
"You look like you're down. I know what'll cheer you up." Said Frank. "How about you come to my house."
"Okay!" Said Beatrice.
Boy was she being easy. She didn't even know anything about the guy and he didn't even offer her anything to drink or eat. Beatrice got up and walked out of the bar with Francisco DaVoucci.
"Follow me to my house." He said.
"Can I bring my camera?" Asked Beatrice.
"Haha. You wanna film huh?" Asked Frank.
"Nah, I don't think that will be a good idea." He said.
Then a few hours later, Beatrice got on her vlog and bragged about getting f*cked by the Peanut City guy.
"Yeah, this guy I met in Suffolk. His di*k was so huge! The sex was great! Omg! He ate me out and everything you guys! I'm trying to tell y'all. I think Frank is the one!" She said, grinning from ear to ear over a piece of di*k.
"Frank does not want that b*tch. She does not have a house, a job, a car, any money, or any friends. All Frank wanted was a one night stand." I said outloud.
Beatrice was acting very green for YouTube. She needed to carry her ass back to Norfolk for a wakeup call. Where was she even sleeping at!?
"I'm going to call him right now!" Beatrice said, while doing her makeup on camera.
I couldn't take it anymore. I changed the channel and saw Geraldine Lassiter on TV again, except this time on YouTube, and not national television. She explained that she was moving out of Atlanta, and moving to Miami Florida to put a salon there. She said she was changing the name.
"I'm moving my salon to Miami Florida and the new name will be Fantastic Lash Bar." She announced. "I'm going to have a strip party there this weekend. I need all my strippers to be there!" Geraldine was obviously a freak. What type of hair dresser throws kinky ass strip parties?
Then I turned the channel back to First Street Beatrice.
"Yeah this nigga Frank didn't pick up the phone. I called his ass over and over." She said, while crying like a little child over some nigga she didn't even know very well. She was looking more pathetic. She drove back to his house with her camera and started filming.
"What the f*ck are you doing here? I didn't invite you." Said Frank. "And cut the camera off. You need to leave before my baby mother gets here."
"So you have a baby mother and you were in the bed with me last night, eating the fu*k out of my pu*sy and f*cking the shi* out of me? I hope she find out!" Beatrice's ghetto ass said.
"Man get your ass up out of here!" Frank DaVoucci yelled.
"I ain't got nowhere to go! Can I stay with y'all?" Beatrice Nothings begged.
Then the camera went off. I cut the TV off to cook fried shrimp and calamari for dinner. Then I cut it back on.
"This nigga broke my camera y'all! And blacked my eye!" She said. She showed the camera her swollen eye and then put a pair of shades on.
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| Beatrice Nothings covering a black eye |
"See. That's what's she get. She should've known better. Sucks for her. No one obviously wants her." I said outloud.
Then Beatrice went to her aunt house in Norfolk.
"Hi aunt Edwina. Thanks for the money." She said, while hugging her aunt and uncle.
"You welcome Beatrice. I hope you find a place to stay soon and a job." Her uncle said.
Beatrice tried to overstay her welcome. She sat there all day without anywhere to go. Her aunt told her,
"It's time to go dear. I'm going to bed." She said.
"Okay." Said Beatrice, and left. No one knew where she went after that. The next day, Beatrice recieved a call from Frank.
"Are you coming over tonight?" Frank asked.
"Yeah baby I'm coming over." She said.
Then the next day, she got back on her channel and started bragging about Frank again.
"Me and my man going through it y'all. He took me back. We still together." She said.
"This dumb b*tch really in love by someone she literally just met a day or two prior, that already started beating her up, lives with his baby mother, won't let her film the two of them them together, and doesn't buy her anything. How stupid!" I said.
I knew that Beatrice wasn't being smart, but I still kept watching her channel. Domestic Violence is a sneaky motherf*cker. Already, Beatrice started ignoring all of the signs, just to feel accepted and loved by a man. She probably low-key wanted to make Vannessa Rosenberg jealous.
Beatrice was one silly person I thought. She really needed to get her priorities straight. She mentioned that she changed her relationship status to "in a relationship" and that she was going to make it work out with Frank. However, Frank had other plans.
