un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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Killian Rubis Andrade London, U.K. Following Day
There was a pounding behind my eyes that woke me up, sunlight beamed through the blinds and I squinted adjusting to the light. My head aching every time my eyes opened, "What the fuck." I sat up slowly sitting against the headboard I looked down and I was wrapped in a towel.
The heels and dress from last night thrown across the floor, and I looked at the clock and it was midday. My mouth was dry and I felt dehydrated, I kept a bottle of water on my night stand grabbing it I chugged it. I looked around and saw the harrods bags on the floor as well, and smiled.
I had a great birthday, everyone coming together to celebrate me felt like a joyous occasion. And my last present of the night to top it off. Getting up to use the bathroom there was a pain in my tummy, and a soreness in my legs. Pushing past it I went to use the bathroom, to freshen myself up for the day.
I took a shower and got dressed, putting on my robe and my house slippers. My hair that was straighter last night, had reverted back to curly at some parts so I put it up in a bun and went to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen there was a large flower and fruit arrangement, and a card sat on the counter.
Happy Birthday K - L.Y.M
I laughed as I assumed the gift was from A2 and Wadz, a note side the card said the regular word business and it was signed by Cench. I got a nutrament from the fridge and settled on the couch, turning on the television I turned on National Geographic. I loved learning in my spare time.
This episode they featured the lynx cat of Asia, and it reminded me of Ameena. She loved learning about wild cats. Meena felt like the only real friend I had here in England. The fact that Wadz was her brother wasn't even something I could process last night. He must've been the older brother she didn't have much contact with, and now I wondered what she knew about him. How much she knew about him, shit did any of these mens families know who they really were.
Despite Wadz being the nicest out his bunch, was probably one of sickest ones as well. She mentioned to me he was financially responsible for all the major bills around her moms house; rent, utilities, food. Anything she wanted really he just was not around, and her mother was really hurt by his absence. She always felt like the spare child just there to help her mom get by emotionally. Feeling like her mom never really loved her but always really loved Wadz more, so much more she'd spend nights before going to sleep crying about her lost son.
I guess she held some resentment towards him, for having her bare the brunt of emotionally supporting your refugee parent. A parent that was already so mentally fragile missing everything they knew, leaving everything they knew suddenly.
There were ways I related to Ameena in that aspect, when my brother died I was spare child. The twin that was left over, she never healed from Declan and my dad and it quickly turned into neglect. She was frequently depressed and manic, I couldn't blame her. I don't blame her. I don't despise Declan either, he died; what could I do?
