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 Four months later Cornwall, UK
The damp English air invaded my nostrils as me Ameena and I sat on top of an open field looking down on the water. It was February so the weather did not call for the beach, but to us this was perfect weather. We cuddled into each other.
"I'm so proud of you." I shiver, rubbing her arm and placing a kiss on her head.
"Thank you. And I'm so happy you came down." She squeezed my arm.
I was down in England for Ameenas graduation, I wouldn't miss this moment for anything in the world. I am so proud of her mind, she had finished her foundation training so strong and she was about to be a practicing doctor.
"You're so strong," She rested her chin on my arm, staring at me.
"This weekend is about you Meenz-" I attempted to shift the conversation.
"No, no like I really mean it. You've gone through a lot of shit Killian, and you always make it out on this side. I love you and I'm so proud to have you be my best friend." She confessed, and I stuck a smile on my face and put my head against hers.
"I love you too." I settle on as we watched the harsh waves lap over each other.
The following day was her graduation and I couldn't be more proud of her, to see her in the cap and gown gave me butterflies of joy. I waited for her name to be called, "Ameena Dua Jana Hassan." Her name was called and I quickly rose from my seat being one the loudest person screaming for her, while waving a mini Moroccan flag. The whole section that was there for her had the mini flags, and we shook up the stands with noise for her.
I caught her little wave to me on camera, the same way I caught my shouting her name and it's a moment I couldn't wait to relive with her later in life. After the graduation we hugged and I waited as she interacted with everyone. Wadz was throwing her a party as a gift for all her hard work, and it was what she deserved.
I finally met her mom and saw Wadz again for the first time in what felt like years. He had gotten a little more stalky and muscular, and A2 was bulking on the muscle. They all looked handsome dressed up for Ameena, and her special day. Ameena wanted to ride with me to the party so we go into my rental car and began the drive to the venue.
It was suppose to be a decent turn out, she had a lot of extended family and the entirety of Live Yours was there; with the exception of one person.
"Hey, so Wadz told me Cench would be coming to the after party." She says softly, as if the idea of him would make me crash and burn.
"That's fine, I'm here for you tonight." I shrug, "Plus you said Jude could come, he's meeting me there a little later. I'm fine." I reassure her.
