A Kiss To Build A Dream On - Season 2: Bridge

The Wanderer's Blues - Arpeggio

"Wake up, you shitstain!"

Graham felt a sharp pain in his nose as a book flew directly at him, hitting him square in the face.

"What the-"

Shielding his face with an outstretched arm, he rubbed the sleep away out of his bloodshot eyes with his free hand.

"Uncuff me, now! Do it, you dildo!" yelled Anna from across the room, throwing yet another book at Graham.

He looked at the digital clock on the coffee table. It read "7:37 AM". That meant he got less than two hours of sleep since he came back from his incursion to the docks. As a safety precaution, he left Anna cuffed to the radiator before he left like the junkie she is to protect her from doing something stupid. He had to turn it off to avoid any incident, making the room terribly chilly.

Graham suddenly realized that he didn't uncuff her when he came back, and she was livid.

Taking a look around the couch, there were more than a few books cluttering the floor. She had tried to wake up Graham for by throwing anything she could get her hands on. Her cuffed wrist was bloody and raw, while the rest of her body was shivering.

Graham jumped from the couch, feeling the freezing carpet on the soles of his feet as he ran towards Anna. As soon as he managed to set her free, she threw a punch at him, landing it square in his groin.

"You had one job, Graham. One, job, and you managed to fuck it up! You just had to take care of me. Simple. What the fuck is wrong with you? I could have died!"

"I'm s-s-so-" Graham stammered, his mind not fully awake yet.

Anna started to shove the stuttering Graham out of the apartment, making him bump against the furniture around the room, which added to the mess she made earlier.

"Get the hell out and don't you dare show your face again!" yelled Anna, opening the door and roughly shoving Graham through it.

Graham was left speechless. He slowly rubbed his eyes trying to process what just happened. She had kicked him out. With all his stuff inside.

"Open up, Anna! Don't be like that!" he screamed, banging the door with an open palm. No response.

"Anna! Please open up! I'm sorry, okay? I had an emergency. I had to keep you safe while I was gone."

Silence, yet again.

He banged the door even harder, hammering with all his might. "Anna! Jesus, open up! I said I was sorry!"

The door across the hall bolted open. An old man in a red robe shuffled into the hallway while waving a cane around. It was Mr. Jerico, the next-door neighbor.

"Quit yer yappin' or I'll call the police!" he blurted.

Graham was not in the mood to deal with him. "I'm a police officer. Please go back in and mind your own business!"

"Filthy bozo!" Mr. Jerico replied, pointing his cane at Graham. "I'll call the police. You stay put." And with that last yell, he returned to his apartment.

Graham tried to pound the door away, but somehow, his rage went away with Mr. Jerico. He placed his forehead over the door, whispering softly.

"Please, Anna. I have nowhere to go. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry. I don't wanna be homeless again. Please."

It seemed to have worked, as he heard a soft shuffling behind the door. Graham held his breath, waiting for something to happen.

Anna opened the door, with Graham's coat in her hand. "Here," she said, throwing the coat at him, "all your shit's inside. Wallet, phone, everything but the keys. Those I'm keeping. You can pick the rest of your crap later tonight. Get the hell out of my sight." She punctuated that last part by slamming the door on Graham's face.