It seemed as if God didn't heed her pleas.
"Boom!" The thunderous sounds from outside the window came in waves, causing Sabrina to drop her paintbrush and hide under the covers.
"Damn it, stop with the thunder," she mumbled, covering her ears tightly.
Meanwhile, at the local pub.
Carter, drunk as a skunk, stumbled out into the pouring rain and the booming thunder. He had to get home.
Jack drove him to Carter's mansion and was going to leave.
"Are you okay, president?" Jack asked, feeling worried.
"I'm fine. Go home."
Carter drunkenly pushed open the mansion door. Not seeing Sabrina, he assumed she was out drinking with some other men.
"Darn it! Do I mean nothing to her? Sabrina? Sabrina!" he yelled loudly.
Sabrina, who had been huddled under her covers, heard his call and immediately opened her bedroom door, only to see the man staggering down the hallway toward her.
"Why didn't you answer?" Before he could finish his sentence, Carter lost his footing and fell onto Sabrina. His weight caused both of them to tumble onto the hallway floor. The stench of alcohol from Carter was overwhelming, making Sabrina feel nauseous. She tried to push him off, but he didn't budge.
He had fallen asleep. What a drunk jerk!
"Hey, wake up. This is the floor, not a bed." She began to lightly slap his face. Sabrina was desperate.
She forcefully pushed the man on top of her, wishing she could kick him awake.
"Um...Sabrina..." Carter felt the softness under him moving, and muttered her name unclearly. Sabrina's heartbeat missed a half beat.
With a lot of effort, Sabrina managed to free herself from under him, leaving Carter sprawled out on the floor.
Sabrina had to suppress a laugh. Carter looked ridiculous in his drunken state. What should she do now? Should she take him to his room or just leave him here? Should she fetch him a blanket?
In the end, she concluded leaving him in the hallway would be inhumane. If he woke up and found himself in the hallway, he'd surely complain to her grandfather, and her grandfather would be furious.
Why did he have to drink so much?
Sabrina carefully draped his arm around her neck and slowly got up. Using all her strength, she managed to move the nearly six-foot-tall muscular man to his bedroom. It was a feat no one would believe she could pull off, but she did.
"Boom!" Another thunderclap sounded outside.
"Ah!" Sabrina screamed in fright, dropping Carter onto the bed.
The pain woke Carter up.
"No more thunder, please," Sabrina whimpered, hiding under the covers and hugging her knees.
So she was afraid of thunder. Carter, now partially awake, saw her trembling under the covers and couldn't help but smile.
A while later.
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