Terror Firsthand #95: Giovan's Lack Of Self Respect

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Warning: extreme terror 

Terror Firsthand: Giovan's Lack Of Self Respect 

At the hotel exercising in Actionville Florida 

I woke up inside of the hotel in Actionville. I skipped breakfast and went downstairs to the fitness center to exercise for an hour or two. I lost a total of about 400 calories. The same man that I had seen at the other hotel was there. I saw him in the elevator as I was leaving the fitness room.

"Look. I just wanna say I'm sorry for calling you a dub and saying that you can't cook." Said the man. 

"It's okay." I replied.

"So can we start over? My name is James." Said the man. I don't like niggas from St. Johns County and I don't like niggas named James.

"I told you I have a boyfriend though." I said, feeling uncomfortable. The elevator stopped at my floor and I got off. "Good-bye." I continued.

He got off on my floor and said, 

"Then why isn't he with you?" He asked.

"Because he's incarcerated." I replied.

"You don't look like the type that would be talking to somebody like that. I think you should get with me. I can treat you better than that." Said the man.

"So were you actually born in St. Johns county or you just live there now?" I asked.

"I was born in Charlotte North Carolina actually. My family moved down here when I graduated from high school." Said James. I didn't want the nigga to start teasing me just because he graduated high school either. He was just in the way.

"Did you graduate or did you get your GED?" I asked.

"I graduated baby. Come on inside the room so we can talk some more." Said James. I still wasn't interested. He had already disrespected me. He thinks I'm a dub. I didn't have time for his apology. 

"I can't. I'm on my period." I said, telling the truth. 

"Word. All you gotta do is get in the shower. I don't care about a little blood baby. It won't hurt me." Said the creep.

Talking to a man in the hotel

"Nah I can't. I'm serious." I replied. 

I then walked to my room and stayed in there for the rest of the day. I was scared of his ass. Why was I in Actionville anyway? I had already gotten shot at and even ended up in jail the last time I visited. What did that city have to offer me? I got tired of running into that fake ass man and I was ready to get the hell out of dodge. I had already degraded myself in Miami for a few hundred dollars and I felt like it wasn't even worth it. Money can't buy self esteem. 

A few hours later, James was knocking at my door. I didn't answer. I just laid there and went to sleep. I didn't want to get raped by his ass and I didn't want to get degraded by him. 

I still hadn't heard from Daddy P, but of course, I didn't care. I was too afraid of what he might do to me when he got out anyway. I took his photo out of my picture frame and put it somewhere, where I would forget it. I figured if he called me, I'd just go take the picture and put it back in the frame. I've only known Daddy P for a month. That's around the time frame that most niggas leave me and walk out of my life anyway. 

I woke up the next day and I started watching The Devil's Universe with Dustin Moore and Giovan Mendoza was back on there with his new boyfriend, Gentry Myers. Gentry Myers was the same guy that left Beatrice Nothings behind Frank DaVoucci.

"How did the two of you meet?" Asked Dustin.

"We met at Downlow Hunks in Manhattan. The same place I met my ex wife." Said Giovan.

"How long have you two been dating?" Asked Dustin.

"Two days." Replied Gentry Myers.

"That's what's up. So you guys fell in love pretty quickly." Said Dustin Moore.

"Yeah we did." Said Gentry, while kissing Giovan on the lips.

Giovan "Enyoazz" Mendoza and Gentry Myers 

"I thought I was done with men but Gentry was so sweet." Said Giovan. "I'm moving in with him today." 

"That's what's up." Said Dustin.

I started packing up my stuff. I couldn't stand being in Actionville any longer. I went downstairs and checked out of the hotel. Then I left Florida and drove to a secluded campsite in Oklahoma City. After I got there, I posted on my Instagram warning others of casting call scams. The scammers are off the chain. Their scams are very clear. There's no doubt about it that the casting calls that I went to were bogus. I did more research and found out that they were. I wanted to go to another one, but more scammers were on the rise and it would be a complete waste of time.

Then I wrote another Instagram post warning others of scammers and fraudulent women, pretending to be affiliated with me and fraudulent dykes pretending to have dated me. I also warned others of scammers pretending to ask for money in my name. I don't beg for money and I'm not affiliated with any bogus ass companies or individuals. 

I grilled a piece of steak and then cut on the TV, only to find out that Gentry Myers was murdered coming out of a liquor store in Harlem. His murderers turned themselves in a few hours later and blamed the murder on Frank DaVoucci.

"Frank DaVoucci paid us $10,000 to kill Gentry Myers." Said one of the two anonymous teen boys. 

"He hired us to kill Javonte Mendoza too." Said the other teen boy, while hiding their identity. 

"Frank DaVoucci was later arrested and charged with murder. Frank DaVoucci was ordered to take a polygraph test and failed. He is being held at Rikers Island without bond." Said the reporter. 

Wow. A Suffolk Virginia man locked up all the way in Rikers Island. Stupid ass. I knew Giovan Mendoza was distraught over the whole thing. The next day, he was back in the studio with his best friend Dustin Moore.

"How does it feel knowing that Frank has been caught?" Asked Dustin Moore.

"It feels great." Said Giovan, while shedding a tear behind his son. "Justice has been served." 

"Now your ex wife is single again huh?" Asked Dustin.

Giovan "Enyoazz" Mendoza talking to Dustin Moore on The Devil's Universe 

"Yeah she feels stupid as sh*t. She called me and had the nerve to try to get back with me. I told her stinking ass to f*ck off." Said Giovan Mendoza. 

I went to Frank DaVoucci's channel and the video of him and Khadija was still there. I went on her Facebook page and she wrote a post that read, "Free Frank DaVoucci". It was unbelievable. 

"So what are your plans for the future?" Asked Dustin Moore.

"Just trying to get money and live my life." Giovan Mendoza stated.

I cut the TV off and went to sleep and the next day, the two teens that snitched on Frank DaVoucci were murdered in broad daylight in the Bronx New York. They never made it out alive. They weren't able to testify against Frank DaVoucci. Frank DaVoucci got released because there was no real evidence, other than the polygraph test, tying him to the crimes. He posted a picture on Instagram with a caption that read, 

Glad to be home.

I knew that Giovan Mendoza was even more furious. I went on his Instagram and found out that he made another gay porn. He had made one with Frank DaVoucci and it was called Niggas In Heat. I couldn't believe it. In another picture, he was in Chicago with a caption that read, 

F*ck The Devil's Universe.

Niggas In Heat porn cover featuring Enyoazz XXX and Frank DaVoucci 

Giovan obviously didn't f*ck with Dustin Moore's square ass podcast anymore. This time, he was on Get On Yo Knees with Amir Wiggins.

"How the f*ck did the two of you end up back together!" Asked Amir Wiggins, with a slight look of disgust. 

"I always get what I want." Said Frank DaVoucci. He kissed Giovan on the lips and said. "Giovan will always be mine. No matter what." 

I was sickened. Giovan lost his wife, his son, and his new boyfriend all behind Frank and two teen boys were murdered for nothing. Then he had the nerve to let Frank smash after all of that. I became disappointed in Giovan. His self esteem had gotten too damn low. I knew he was letting Frank nut all over his face and degrade him in the porn. I couldn't believe it. 

"I can't believe this." Said Amir Wiggins.

"I can't either." I said outloud. What's next? They're going to let Chan Da God out and start sucking him off too?

"I paid him and trained him well." Said Frank DaVoucci, letting Amir and the audience know that Giovan was paid to let Frank f*ck.

"What's next?" Asked Amir.

"I'm going back to doing porn." Said Enyoazz. " I'm Mr. Enyoazz. The streets been missing my d*ck, and I'm bout to start giving it to them."

"Frank. How do you feel about Enyoazz doing porn? Aren't y'all boyfriend and boyfriend?" Asked Amir.

"I'm not trying to stop my man's career. He can hump as many people as he wants. Just as long as he knows to come home to Daddy." Said Frank DaVoucci, sounding like a gay pimp.

"So you're a pimp Frank? Because that's what you sound like." Asked Amir.

"I'm not a pimp. I'm just a manager. I have connections." Said Frank. That must mean that he still must be talking to Chan Da God. I assumed that's the biggest gay porn connection that he ever had.

"So are you guys living together?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"Yes we do. We decided not to get married but we will be living together in L.A." said Frank DaVoucci.

"Does Chan Da God know about the two of you?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"I talked to Chan Da God the other day and yes, he doesn't care. He's cool with it." Said Frank DaVoucci.

"How is Chan Da God even allowed to have phone calls?" Asked Amir. 

"I can't disclose that information." Said Frank DaVoucci.

"Because they usually don't allow sexual predators to use the phone." Said Amir. "How is your ex wife handling it?" Amir asked Enyoazz.

Giovan "Enyoazz" Mendoza on Get On Yo Knees talkshow in Chicago 

"It doesn't matter how she's handling it." Replied Enyoazz.

"Frank, are you still f*cking Khadija?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"No I am not. She is with someone else." Said Frank. 

"Who the f*ck wants that raggedy disease infested bi*ch?" I asked myself. 

"Do you know who?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"She is f*cking my baby mother, Shaniqua Black." Said Frank DaVoucci. 

"Yuck!" I screamed, as I spit out my lemonade. "Gross! What kind of downlow gay ass minister was she?"

"But God doesn't approve of that does he?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"She doesn't work for Holy River Ministries anymore. She works for me." Said Frank DaVoucci. "And she will do what I wish." 

I could barely keep my food down. Frank DaVoucci was one gay son of a b*tch. I couldn't believe a woman with that much class got turned out by Franks baby mother. Pe- Yew! I went on Khadija Mendoza's Facebook page and there was no sign of a Shaniqua Black, but her name was not Mendoza anymore. Her name was Khadija Green. I couldn't find a Instagram for Shaniqua Black or Khadija Green and I didn't know if what Frank was saying was true or not, but one thing was for sure, Frank DaVoucci's baby mother was a whole gay f*ggot, and I was still afraid of her stinky ass.