Obsessed With Knight

The sound of the moans coming from the next room pulls Tracy Wilson out of her deep slumber, and she tosses on the bed angrily. Forcing her eyes open, she snorts, sitting up on the bed and running her fingers through her hair. This is what she goes through every day of her life, and she's tired of this already. She returned from work quite late yesterday night, can't she get some sleep? 

"That was great. You did a great job, darling," The annoying voice of Tatiana hurts her ears badly, and she grabs her hair, shutting her eyes. It feels like she should grab her neck when she gets out of the room, and strangle her to death. Why does she have to always deal with her madness each day that passes by? 

Finally standing up from the bed, she drags her feet toward the door and pulls it open. As expected, Tatiana's door is slightly ajar, and she can see the shadow of a man in her room. Without trying to resist herself, she hops over to the door and pushes it open angrily. 

"Shit! What the hell was that, Tracy?" The blonde-haired girl snaps her head to glare at Tracy. She is sitting on the edge of the bed and smoking a stick of cigarette. The way she's dressed shows that she must've finished a round of sex with the old hag sitting with her on the bed, and puffing smoke from his lips and his nostrils. Tracy takes her time to check out the man, and she almost throws up. For goodness sake, why would her sister choose to be hanging around with this kind of person? When will all these dirty lifestyles of hers stop? 

"Hey! Get your ass off that bed and get the hell out of here, now!" Tracy snaps at the man, finally walking inside the room. For some seconds, she holds her breath as the awful smell of alcohol and cigarettes welcomes her. 

"We don't do that here, Tracy. This is my room, you can't come here and tell me shit. How can you tell my man to leave? Are you out of your mind?" Tatiana snaps at her angrily, finally standing up to her feet. She's a bit taller than Tracy. Blessed with a curvy body and her long blonde hair looks perfect on her. Her deep blue eyes are so bright and the sparks in them can melt the coldest heart. 

"Your man?" Tracy scoffs unbelievably and runs her fingers through her hair. Heaven knows that she's just trying her best to stay calm and not create a mess here, but she has no control over how long she can hold this anger. 

Biting her bottom lip, she glances over to the old hag who hasn't said a word ever since she entered the room. Instead, he's still focused on the smoke as if he's in his house. He's not to be blamed anyway. He wouldn't have dared to try this if not for her annoying sister that brought him into their home. 

"Why are you doing this, Tatiana? What the hell have I done to deserve this from you? When are you going to learn and change your ways, huh?" Tracy finally snaps with tears dropping from her eyes. She tries to fight them back, but she can't take this pain anymore.