Last night was certainly eventful. After Benjamin emptied his stomach and probably some his guts in my car, I drove him back to his uncle’s mansion. With his arm slung around my shoulders, I dragged him onto the front porch and through the front door. He gave me directions to where his bedroom was, and after the long trek of going up the staircase, I finally managed to lead him to his bed where he collapsed like a loose-jointed doll.
I would’ve left right afterwards, but I was worried if he