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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Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su London, United Kingdom One month later
Standing back from the building I watched as Que looked ran down and decrepit in the London night light. I struck a match and threw it forward, walking away from the building back to my car.
The fire started immediately and I sat and watched as orange flames and black smoke billowed from the windows and doors. I pressed the start button to my car and drove off, back home. I needed to draw the Sigman brothers out. Sabina waited for me at the house, and the night before we went out for dinner for her birthday.
I bought her roses and paid for the dinner, regular guy shit. Apart of me didn't want to be around her tonight, because every time she came over since Killian left she brings her up. She regularly creeps on her private Instagram page, like some weird ass obsessed fan. I hadn't spoken to Killian in weeks, one day I just woke and decided I needed to rid myself of her cold turkey for things to go smoothly.
She was everywhere around me everywhere I turned, and the thought of her being alone began to overwhelm me. I came home one day and had a complete fucking breakdown, trashed the room she stayed in and put everything related to her in a bag in the deepest corner of my deepest closet.
Sabina was a body that was conveniently around, she was around when it felt like nobody else was. She helped me focus on my loneliness instead of someone else's. So I did something nice for her for her birthday, and as usual we had sex. But I didn't feel any differently about her than before, and now she was starting to overstep and that was going to end badly.
I finally pulled into the parking garage of the condo, before going inside I killed the engine and searched Killian up on Instagram. I didn't follow her but Wadz, A2, and Ameena did. So did my brothers and so did my mother. The last Sabina told me it was private, so when I saw it was public my stomach dropped.
She had a total of fifty pictures, one thousand plus followers and her profile was as ominous as her. A black heart, Jamaican flag, and green snake was her bio.
She had one highlight, and it was titled Meenz. Her nickname for Ameena, I watched it and she was smiling through out the entire story. A genuine smile as well, like Ameena being there with her was the happiest she had ever been. I tapped through the pictures of their lunches and dinners until there was a video of her bent over dancing a guy at some club they went to. Her dress was all black and had lots of strings, and the entire back was out showing the foo dog tattoo we shared.
I began to feel hot watching her grind on this man, and my nose began to smell fire. I exited the story and scrolled on her photos. She barely had selfies, just more mirror pictures, pictures of her day and the dogs. All the safety precautions we set at the beginning. Her aesthetic was very dark, black and dark green are her favorite colors and her Instagram showed it.
