John's house

Dave was on Staff restriction... wanted to go somewhere but he couldn't go alone with John....so he asked me to come with them...I said I would rather not...(as John had already attacked me ...the last thing I wanted was to be in the guys car...) As John was again on loan from Kennedy road house....He was working the afternoon shift at our house and he couldn't leave with just one guy so the only way for Dave to get a ride was for another resident to accompany them...Dave kept on begging me...even gently reminded me about how he got rid of MJ ....Damn...I said where are you going...he said he had to get out...maybe catch a movie...Shit...ok...so we head out...only we are not heading for the Bijou movie house.....I thought maybe we were going to another movie theatre...after awhile..we started to head into a residential neighborhood...I( said where are we going?..John said he just wanted to show Dave something...Shit...We arrived at his John's house..He lived with his parents..so I thought what the hell could he do with them there....John lived in the basement...John motioned for me to have a seat...sitting in a lounge chair with thick arms...this was mad...what the hell am I doing here...what are we doing here...? John said here Dave this what he wanted us to see....his guns....this is totally nuts...I don't want to see guns...I wanted to go...I said to Dave lets go...Dave said yeah in a minute..as he was gazing at all the guns....John was following his gaze and he said here The good ones are hidden....he started to pull out all of these guns....He put them on the arms of the chair....across me..so I was blocked from getting up...he said CAREFUL !! as some of them are loaded....The hairs on my neck started to stand up...something was up...this was a planned stop it had to be, shit where was this going...by this time four rifles were laid across the arms of the chair...every time John bent down pulling guns from underneath the couch...behind the book shelf..and it seemed like he was pulling them out of thin air....he would pull the bolt back and slid it forward you could hear the metal mesh..smoothly and the clicks were sharp and exact.....he added another gun to my chair...now he was running out of room...there was no other space left on the arm of the chair..so he started to lean the rifles against my chair...don't move now...he said with a smirk...He said to Dave the really good ones were in the other room...the hand guns..They were gone for awhile....I could hear them faintly in the other room...time was really dragging on...I couldn't hear them anymore...just whispers...the damn guns were making me nervous...why the hell would he leave these loaded guns leaning on the chair. and across my lap..? I started to get really scared...I think I went in shock..as I stopped being aware of the time...I wondered how long I was there..it felt like hours...I finally called out...nothing...I was sweating, my mouth dry..I felt out of step with time again....much like the first sexual assault ....totally helpless...much of what happened or how long we were at john's house I don't recall....maybe it might be better off if I don't...............................................................:(