Obsessed With Tristan 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.

"It's too early for this..."

"Same way that it is early for you to bring a man to our home to sleep with you and disturb my sleep... The same way that you choose to start your day with smoking and drinking alcohol! What's wrong with you, Tatiana? What have I not done for you?" More tears stream down her cheeks as she speaks with pain resounding in her voice. Her heart wrenches in pain, as she glares at her and finally at the man.

"The only thing that you have not done for me, is to leave me the hell alone, Tracy. I'm a grown woman, I can take care of myself. This is my life, and I choose the way I want to live it. Don't get me pissed, Tracy. I have tried so much to take the insults from you, but don't try that shit with me again, because you won't like the turn of events," Tracy watches as her once respectful sister speaks to her with so much guts and anger. She looks like she'll devour her if she's not careful enough.

"Let's go, baby," Tatiana says to the man, before storming out of the room with him trailing behind her, while Tracy stares at her unbelievably.

More tears stream down her cheeks as she finally drags her feet out of the room, and heads into her room, crashing on the bed as soon as she's inside. She can't believe that her sister could change so much and become this worse. Just ten years ago, they were living just fine with their parents giving them all the love and attention that they could, but their lives took another turn after that unforgettable accident that claimed the lives of her both parents, leaving the two sisters all alone in the cruel world to their fates.

After the death of their parents nine years ago, they had to split. Tracy has been living with their maternal grandmother before she passed away some months ago, while Tatiana was staying with their maternal uncle since then until she returned to live with Tracy in their grandma's hut some months ago. Tracy has tried to reach out to her uncle to inquire about what happened to her sister that turned her into this mess, but even her uncle couldn't give an account of it, as he claimed to have known nothing about it. The life of a sex and drug addict, that's what Tatiana has grown into.

The sound of her ringing phone suddenly pulls her back to reality and turns out that the call is coming from where she works as a delivery girl at a laundry shop.

"Tracy, have you forgotten that you're going to deliver clothes to the Knight's mansion by 7am?" The angry voice of her boss yells from the other end, and her eyes widen in shock as she snaps her head to check the wall clock. It's already 7:30am. Gosh! She's late...

Knight's mansion...

Tristan Knight glances at his wristwatch for the fifth time, and he sighs briefly, crashing on the couch angrily. He has ordered his clothes to be taken care of by a laundry company that claimed to be capable of what they do, and now he has been waiting for his clothes to be delivered to him for thirty minutes, and they're yet to deliver them. Those people are annoying, and he would never take his clothes there again, never!

His name is Tristan Knight. The thirty-one years old young CEO of the famous movie industry, 'Key To Your Heart' in the Netherlands. An actor, a model, and a popular businessman that owns chains of companies in more than three countries. He is currently working on a new movie, and the audition is supposed to be in two hours. He needs to be there before it kicks start, but here he is, still waiting for those incompetent fools to deliver their clothes.

Standing up from the sparkling couch, he sighs briefly. Maybe wearing another cloth to the audition won't be a bad idea. Turning around to head to the grand staircase, the sound of the doorbell brings him to an abrupt halt. He walks over to the door and pulls it open, revealing Tracy.

"Who are you?" He snaps at her after giving her a hard glare.

"I'm the delivery girl, Sir. I'm sorry for coming late, I had to take care of something at home," She explains nervously, as her hands trembles. Her gaze is everywhere else except his face. She is too nervous to look at him, knowing how angry he would be now.

"Return the clothes to your boss and tell him to make the transfer to my account. I'm sending him my account details. The clothes cost nothing less than twelve thousand dollars," He says to her like the money he just called was nothing. Hearing this from him, Tracy realized the trouble that she just got herself into. It was her fault that she came late, or maybe Tatiana's fault. Returning the clothes to her boss is as good as paying the money. Where will she get that kind of money from? Even if she decides to work herself to a stupor, five years of hard work won't raise the money for her.

"It hasn't gotten to that, Sir. It was my fault that I came late..."

"Good thing. Where's your phone? Are you going to pay the money in cash or transfer?" He asks her, now leaning against the door and glaring hard at the dirty thing standing in front of her. How the heck did she even get past the security at the gate? She's too dirty to be in his mansion.

"I...I... I don't have..." For the first time, she finally raises her gaze to see the person she has been talking with, but her mouth drops open in shock at the sight that welcomes her. She didn't expect to see the popular actor in person, not for once in her life. She bats her eyelashes a few times to wake up from the dream if it is but turns out that she's not dreaming. Tristan is really standing in front of her. When her boss told her to deliver the clothes, he only gave her the address, and she didn't know that she would end up there.

Recalling the bad rumors she heard about this handsome man before, her heart sinks into her stomach. She's doomed for real this time.

"I don't want to see you when I come out here. I give you forty-eight hours to refund the money, else, you'll find hours behind bars in seventy-two hours," He says to her with seriousness resounding in his voice. And with that, he walks back into the room and slams the door on her face, causing her to flinch.

"Sir... Sir... Can you please listen to me? It wasn't intentional, OK?" She knocks on the door a few times before she finally gives up. It seems like she'll only be wasting her time if she stays back here.

She glances back at the house for the last time before she walks away.

Standing at the roadside a few minutes later and waiting for a cab that'll take her back to her workplace, her phone suddenly starts ringing. It's a strange number that appeared on the screen. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, keeping the phone back in her pocket. Her day is already ruined, and taking a call from a stranger now is the last thing she wants.

"Nick's laundry house," She says to the fifth cabby that just hauled in front of her, and the cab quickly zooms off.

"What's happening?" She asks herself, running her fingers through her frustratingly. She has been standing here for almost fifteen minutes, waiting for a cab, but it seems like she's never going to get one.

Her phone rings again, and she snorts angrily, bringing it out of her pocket.

"Isn't it too early to disturb my peace? What is it?" She snaps angrily at whoever the caller is.

"Hello, ma'am. Are you miss Tracy Wilson?" The unfamiliar masculine voice sounds from the other end, and she rolls her eyes.

"Yes. How may I help you?" She asks casually, looking left and right in search of a cab.

"This is doctor Raymond Thompson, calling from the Health Elite clinic. We found that you're related to miss Tatiana Wilson..." Her heart skips a million times when she hears her sister's name. She gulps down nothing nervously as she suddenly feels her heart pumping heavily against her chest. Although the person hasn't said anything, but hearing the name of a hospital makes her heart quivers in fear.

"Wha...what happened to Tatiana? Is she OK? Where is she, please?" She asks with a cracking voice after she gulps down another lump.

"You need to show up at the hospital now. Your sister is in danger," Hearing this again, her mouth drops open in shock...

Location: Health Elite Clinic

Tracy barges into the hospital like a mad young lady. She scurries over to the reception where a young lady is standing behind the counter with her attention on whatever she's doing.

"Excuse me, miss. I'm looking for Tatiana Wilson... A blonde-haired young lady. She was brought in here a..." She stops to catch her breath.

"Oh, you mean the lady that was brought in moments ago?" The receptionist asks, and Tracy nods her head. She had run down to the hospital after she got the call. She couldn't wait to take a cab, knowing that her sister was said to be in danger.

"The doctor is attending to her. She was wheeled into the emergency room, I guess," Hearing this from the receptionist, her heart sinks into her stomach and her fear increases rapidly as many questions come running through his mind endlessly.

"Em...emergency room? What...what happened to my sister? Is she OK?" As much as she knows that this lady is just a receptionist and she shouldn't be directing her questions to her, her curiosity wouldn't let her keep the questions to herself until she sees the doctor.

"I think the doctor is in the best position to answer that. This way, ma'am," The receptionist finally says to her, pointing in the direction of the emergency room.

Without waiting to hear another word from her, she picks to her heels and rushes over to the emergency room.

"Tatiana... Tatiana... Where are you? Tatiana..." She calls repeatedly as she walks down the hallway that leads to the supposed emergency room. The sound of the beeping machine coming from one of the rooms brings her to an abrupt halt. Slowly, she tilts her head to her right-hand side, and she freezes on the spot at the sight that welcomes her. Tatiana is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and an oxygen tank over her face.

"Ta...tia...na..." Her voice breaks as she stares through the transparent door with an heavy heart. Her world comes crashing down to her feet, and her heart tightens in pain. What happened? How did she end up on the hospital bed and fighting for her life after they had misunderstanding this morning? What the hell happened to her sister?

"Tatiana..." She finally calls out, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it open. She storms into the room but stops abruptly again. Tatiana is on life supporting machine. How the hell did she end up here? What happened?

"Excuse me. Are you miss Tracy Wilson?" A masculine voice pulls her attention from behind her, and she looks back swiftly to see a young man standing behind her, wearing a white coat. He is tall and slim. His raven hair looks perfect on him. Without being told, Tracy already knows that this man is a doctor, and judging from his voice, it sounds like the voice she heard on the phone earlier today.

"Yes, I am," She replies to him, finally turning her attention to him.

"Meet me in my office," He says to her, and she nods her head.

A few minutes later in the doctor's office...

"Has she been taking any hard drugs?" Doctor Raymond questions after a few seconds of silence, and Tracy sighs deeply. Of course, she knew that this would be the case. She has tried to talk to her little sister about the kind of life she has chosen to live but she never listened to her. Now, this is where it has landed them.

"Yes," She replies to him.

"Well, from the test result, it shows that the blood in her veins and arteries has clotted, leading to the difficult passage of blood to the heart. And this was caused as a result of much intake of nicotine. From what I learned, she smokes a lot," The doctor questions, and she nods her head.

"Anyways, I'll just go straight to the point. Your sister had cardiac arrest, and she would've lost her life if not that she was brought in on time," The doctor finally announces, and she gulps down nothing as she feels her world crashing down to her feet.

"She'll be on a life-supporting machine for seventy-two hours while we put her under observation. It's not that serious yet, and it'll do her more good if she can quit now that it's still early," He advises her, and she nods her head.

"Uhm... Doctor, will she be fine? When will she wake up?" She asks, and he gives her an assuring smile.

"Yes, she'll be fine. At least for now, but I can't assure you," The doctor says to her, and she nods her head.

"I'll prescribe some medicines for her to take once she's discharged later. You can meet my secretary later for your bill," He further says, and she nods her head, even if she knows how cashless she is. She has no money to pay the bill, even if it's just five dollars. She works so hard and gets paid at the end of each month, but what was she supposed to do when her sister wouldn't stop stealing her money and spending it on gambling? Was she supposed to kill her? Just three months ago, she has gotten paid at the end of the month as usual, but Tatiana stole the money and gave it to her boyfriend.

"Thank you," She says to her before leaving his office finally. Heading to the emergency room, she stops abruptly as something crosses her mind. She checks her hands as if she's searching for something, and her eyes slowly widen in shock as realization dawns on her. The cloth she was holding... Oh gosh! The twelve thousand dollars cloth, she lost it.

"Shit!" She curses under her breath, and rushes toward the exit door, storming out of the hospital afterward. She recalled throwing the clothes away and rushing down to the hospital when she had gotten the call. What was she thinking?

Storming out of the hospital, she runs down the street as fast as her legs can carry her. She'll be doomed if anything happens to that dress.

The sound of her ringing phone brings her to an abrupt halt and reaching out for it from her pocket, her heart misses a beat at the name displayed on the screen. It's her boss.

With her fingers trembling and her heart beating rapidly against her chest, she slides the answer button, waiting for hell to let loose on her.

"Tracy!" The yell of her boss from the other end shows that there's a big problem awaiting her. Her heart sinks into her stomach, and she gulps down nothing nervously.

"Si... Sir?" She stutters nervously.

"I give you ten minutes to get here, now!" His voice rings through the phone again, before the call finally drops...