Terror Firsthand #77: Life In The Fast Lane

 ©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: Life In The Fast Lane 

I drove to a nearby store and purchased a glazed Krispy Kreme donut and a frappe. It was delicious. I didn't feel like cooking. After that, I went back to the campsite and continued watching First Street Beatrice. This time she was acting very strange.

"Me and Frank going camping y'all!" She bragged. Frank DaVoucci was in the clip. 

I guess she had finally convinced him to let her film him. Then they started paddling in a canoe across a long alligator infested river to their secluded, remote, campsite. It started to rain, and Beatrice saw the alligators.

"Oh my God. There they are!" She said, while paddling with Frank. Then in the next scene, Beatrice was missing an arm.

"This nigga Frank pushed me into the water and an alligator bit off my whole arm!" Beatrice screamed. There were so many tears falling down her face. I'd never seen someone in so much distress over a man they barely knew.

"Then he had the nerve to paddle his ass out and leave me stranded with no arm! Luckily there was someone else over there! The island was extremely remote!" Yelled Beatrice. Then the person that saved her came on the vlog.

"Hi my name is Gentry Myers. I helped saved Beatrice's life. When she fell into the water, I was sailing past her in my boat and saw her screaming for help. I pulled her out of the alligators mouth and rush her back to shore and took her to the hospital. At that moment, I fell in love with Beatrice Nothings and I hope that loser that pushed her into the water suffers every day of his damn life." Gentry Myers said.

What were the chances of Beatrice meeting a single black man in the middle of an open sea? What kind of romantic fairytale s*it was that? Then Beatrice kissed Gentry Myers and he said that he would never leave her side. He said that he would take care of her for as long as he could, because she knew she needed him, because she only had one arm. 

Beatrice and Gentry went on a date to a steakhouse restaurant. Beatrice started crying.

"What's wrong baby?" Asked Gentry.

"I can't believe that Frank was so cruel! I hate having one arm. It's sickening! I can't do anything anymore! I can't drive, I can't cook, and I can't write! I hate that fag*ot motherfuc*er ! I wish I never met him! Frank if you watching this I hope your funky ass die!" Yelled Beatrice.

"Baby calm down." Said Gentry. "Everything is going to be okay." 

After that, Beatrice went to Gentry's house and they made love. Most of it was blurred out. I could not believe that a ratchet like Beatrice found a man that wanted to be on camera with her.

"If you need me to get you a prosthetic arm, I will." Said Gentry Myers.

"Okay." Said Beatrice. Beatrice Nothings was needy.

After that. Beatrice started bi*ching again. Gentry Myers was at work.

"Somebody keep calling me and hanging up and I don't know who the fu*k it is." Said Beatrice. 

She still never said where she was living. Was she living at Gentry's house or what?! Then she called Gentry on his lunch break but he didn't pick up. She called 5 more times and he didn't answer. Where could he have been?

Then Beatrice recieved a nasty text from Frank.

He don't want you no more boo boo. You belong to me forever!  

Beatrice Nothings started screaming at the top of her lungs and didn't know what to do. She knew that the domestic violence she was tolerating from Frank DaVoucci was getting worser. They hadn't even known each other a whole week and he was already ruining her already ruined life.

"I can't get in touch with my new man no more! I think my ex ran him away!" She said.

Frank wasn't even her ex. He was a complete stranger. She was delusional. 

"I have no way of contacting my new man. I don't know where he lives or works. I can't find him on social media. I don't know anything about him and I'm hurting y'all." Beatrice Nothings said on her vlog. She obviously didn't reply to Frank. 

Beatrice was hiding alot from YouTube. She never revealed where she had been living since the eviction, but she was always in a situation that she shouldn't have been in. 

Beatrice Nothings screaming on a blog 

"How am I going to work now!? I can't even style anymore y'all!" She said, while crying in agony. 

I couldn't take watching her vlog anymore. She called Gentry Myers back, but his phone was disconnected. He completely disappeared. I changed the channel, only to find out that Amina DuPont moved out of the building in Norfolk and started doing business with Geraldine Lassiter in Miami.

"I now work at Fantastic Lash Bar in Miami Florida." She said. 

"Yuck. Why would Geraldine want to hire a rat? Amina DuPont doesn't even look like the type to work around a woman that throws strip parties. She look like she'd rat everyone out!" I said outloud.

"I'm so excited! All of my ladies, come through! We have some great deals going on right now! We have a special going on where you can get a pair of lashes for only 10 bucks every Tuesday and Thursday! And you can stop by get a free Martini before 9 pm every Friday with any purchase!" Said Amina DuPont. 

The next day, I started watching Geraldine Lassiter's vlog again. It was the day of the strip party and Amina DuPont and her husband was there. They snitched on Geraldine and had the police raid the party. Geraldine Lassiter was arrested for sex trafficking and word got out that it was Amina DuPont and Henry DuPont was the one that snitched. Geraldine Lassiter had another cosmetologist that worked for her, running the vlog.

"I wonder what happened to Vannessa Rosenberg?" I asked myself. 

Anyway, Amina and Henry DuPont got added to the list of deceased salon owners because after they snitched on Geraldine, someone blew their brains out. Their tragic deaths were all over Geraldine's vlog. Geraldine got out on bond and had nothing else to say. She chose to keep silent about her case.

After watching those salon vlogs, I fixed myself a hearty bowl of chicken noodle soup and drank a hot cup of green tea. Then I went to sleep, not knowing what was about to happen next.