Industry • 6ix9ine

Chapter 14- Other Ways

                         Dawn's Point Of View

"So..you're gonna take charges for him?" Clara asked. "I didn't know getting shot would make you you mentally unstable, are you insane?"

"Oh shut up, Clara." I said. "He's someone I care about, a lot. If there's something I could do to stop him from going to jail for the rest of his life, of course I'm gonna do it."

"You don't just care about him. You love him." She said.

"Of course I do." I said casually. "I got mad love for him."

"No, I mean you're in love with him. You only do things like this for someone you're in love with. Weather you realize it or not, you definitely have feelings for him. You need to get a fucking grip, if you don't you're gonna be in some deep shit." She shook her head. "He fucking shot you, and not even a day later you're about to take charges for him? That's some shit a girl does for her nigga, not someone you just 'care about'."

"You trippin.." I said. "I don't think I have feelings for him. I'm just helping him out, he needs it."

"Whatever makes you feel better." She rolled her eyes. "You're never honest with yourself."

There was a knock at the door, and Danny came in. I felt instant tension between him and Clara and I had no clue why.

"Looks like it's time to go." Clara stated once she saw Danny, giving him a look of disgust.

"Yeah, it do." Danny remarked.

"Woahhh, what's goin' on here?" I asked. "Is there some sort of beef I don't know about?"

They both stayed silent, then Clara got up.

"I'll see you later babe. Don't rush coming back to work when they release you, okay? Come back when you're ready." She said, ignoring my question and kissed my cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too.." I replied, still in confusion as she shoved Danny when she left out the room.

He narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed, shaking his head.

"Anyway, I gotchu food, ma." Danny said as he put down a bag of McDonald's. "I know hospital food be tastin' like wild ass."

"Explain what just happened." I demanded.

"Ain't nun to explain. She don't fuck wit me and ion fuck wit her. Simple."

"And why is that?"

"That bitc- girl, was just doin' way too much. She told me she hoped they put me under the jail."

"She said that?" I asked. "Why would she say that?"

"Because I shot you, which I understood her anger at first but now that you okay I don't understand what the fuck her issue is."

I let out a sigh. "I can't have y'all beefing with each other like this. Y'all are the two closest people to me."

"Ion beef wit females. Shorty got a issue wit me, not the other way around." He said.

He pulled up a small table next to my bed and took the food out of the paper McDonald's bag.

"Enuff about her." He shook his head. "Here, eat." He placed the food on the table.

I tried to sit up, but slid back down because I couldn't put any stress on my shoulder. Then Danny grabbed my hand, helping me up.

"Look in my notepad, I wrote something." I told him, as I popped a fry in my mouth.