Wild Boy, Wild Life || MGK FF

26. I Know

It was morning and I was hidden in the basement, working on some tracks. I was kind of a hermit when it came to laying out songs and recording. It was always me, the equipment and usually Slim or whatever producer I was working with unless I was in the studio with other artists.

It was beyond early. No one in their right mind would be up at this hour, especially after last night's show.

Yet here I sat, tinkering with some beats on my laptop as I heard the door to the basement open and close quietly. I glanced over to the stairs, waiting for the unknown person to show their face.

I recognized her legs first - they were tan, smooth and exposed. She was dressed in pajama shorts and a simple tank top; her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders. She hopped off the last step and glanced over at me, smiling. The bruise on her face was beginning to fade and she claimed she was in a lot less pain than before, but regardless, I made sure she took her meds in proper rotation.

I smiled as she walked over to me. "What are you doing up?" I asked, a little surprised.

"You weren't in bed when I woke up. I thought I'd come find you," she stopped in front of me, glancing at the soundboard. "What are you doing?"

"Just working on some shit," I said glancing back to the laptop. I closed it shut, turning my attention back to her.

"Show me something you're working on," she smiled sweetly.

I shook my head. "Maybe in a little bit. Nothing is close to being finished."

She frowned slightly but nodded. "Fine." She climbed into my lap, straddling my waist, grinning devilishly. "Is it time to take a break?"

I laughed lightly as my hands made their way to her waist. "Sage..."

She huffed. "Kells, you've barely touched me since I got out of the hospital. You're treating me as if I'm glass - I'm not fragile," she folded her arms across her chest, annoyed. "I'm fine now." She looked into my eyes from under her lashes. "You've been distant."

I sighed. My hands traveled down to her thighs as I absentmindedly traced shapes on her smooth skin. "You are. You are so fragile."

I brought my hand to her cheek, outlining the side of her face. She closed her eyes, sighing. "I miss your touch," she said finally. She opened her eyes, glancing down at her lap. She played with her thumbs for a moment until I spoke.

"Hey," I said. She looked up at me with one of the most innocent faces I had ever seen. I pulled her waist closer to me; there was no more space between us. My hands traveled back to her thighs, playing with the fabric of her shorts. "I'm not intentionally being distant. I'm just realizing how important you really are to me and how I don't want anything else to happen to you."

A small smile crept up on her face. "Nothing else is going to happen." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "You worry too much."

"I have every right to."

She sighed, finally realizing she wasn't going to get her way. Her face became serious, her brown eyes staring at me intently.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," I began. "Did you want to press charges against your dad? A cop came to talk to me after everything happened and he said you could, especially since he broke the restraining order."

Her hands fell to her lap as she looked down. I could tell she didn't want to talk about this, but if I didn't push it then nothing would happen, at all.

She shrugged. "I don't know..."

"Sage, he hit you. What do you mean you don't know?" I asked, completely confused.