Shattered Illusions

CHAPTER 4

Every day that passed weakened Prisca's resolve to reclaim her life. Although she was less awkward in the support group, she still felt empty within. She kept turning to face Barry in the hopes that he may provide some little consolation. Despite Zack's warnings, she couldn't help but get absorbed in his escape strategy.

Prisca spent an evening at Barry's apartment. With its soothing lighting, the living room seemed to be a refuge from her strong emotions.

Barry whispered, "Hey, Prisca," and gave her a firm embrace. "Rough day?"

Prisca nodded and became quiet. That is accurate. I just wanted to cool off my head."

Barry offered her a drink and made her comfortable. "I admit. Sometimes it's best to just let things go."

Prisca gulped the drink carefully. "I'm grateful, Barry. for being present for me at all times."

Barry looked at her, his eyes sparkling. Hello Prisc, I will always be there for you. You know that's true.

For some moments they sat in silence, and Prisca's knot of tension eased. Barry sent her a furious glance. His eyes were burning.

"You know there are other ways to escape." With a low yet persuasive voice, Barry said, “A way that can improve your mood."

Prisca turned to look at him, attentive and fascinated with disagreement. "Like what?"

Barry took out a little white powder package from his pocket. "Cocaine." Prisca, this is going to be such an incredible journey. It causes all other things to disappear."

Prisca looked at the bag, her heart pounding. Barry, I have no idea about this. I have never done anything like that before."

Barry took a closer look and spoke in a soothing, compassionate voice. Yes, I swear to you, Prisca. That would be helpful. Precisely for the moment. I will help you learn to use it.

Barry placed the lines on the coffee table and gave her a rolled-up bill. "Here, just snort it like that."

Prisca's nostrils stung from the thrill the powder gave her at each measure she took. She noticed how the world seemed to fade away at its edges, and her anxieties disappeared.

"See?" She was able to hear everything Barry said. "Not so bad, right?"

Prisca laughed a little and nodded." That is correct. It is so nice.”

Barry stepped closer, his jaw hanging open as he ran his hands over her body. "Let's keep the good times rolling, then."

Prisca was thinking with a combination of joy and trepidation. She hardly realized that Barry was kissing her on the neck as his hands were tugging at her clothes.

Her voice breaking, she pleaded with Barry to hold off. "I don't know if..."

Barry said, "Shh, Just relax. Relax yourself.

Prisca, still numb from the drug, complained weakly. Barry pressed her into the couch with his bulky, muscular hands. He thrust his pennis into her v****a and pierced the hymen. She screamed as a little trickle of blood burst from her cervix.

She said, "Stop, Barry," allowing her emotions to meld with pleasure. "Please, stop."

Barry persisted. He was practically too ruthless, as his whole attention was on getting what he wanted. Prisca's world unraveled around her, her anguish and violation visible through the druggy haze.

After it was over, Barry got up and left Prisca quivering on the couch. She was too feeble to process what had happened, so she remained still.

Prisca woke up the next morning with a burning headache and a depressing sense of impending doom. She was trying to sit up, but her legs were burning so horribly that she was groaning in pain. The sight of the blood on her thighs and the sofa made her cringe.

"No," she said, allowing the tears to cascade down her face. "No, no, no."

Her heart sank as she realized what had happened to her. It felt like a kick to her face. She had spent so much effort protecting her virginity, And Barey took it without her permission by preying on her weakness.

Barry moved to stand next to her and, upon seeing that she was crying, eased his sight. "Prisca, what's wrong?"

Prisca's voice trailed off with tears. You are the reason I lost my virginity, Barry.

Barry became grumpy, somewhat protective, and partially guilty. "Prisca, I thought you wanted it."

"I was high!" Prisca burst into tears. "I was unable to stop you. You were putting too much pressure on me."

Barry's expression became stern. Prisca, I apologize if it makes you feel that way. However, it's already done now.

His disparaging remarks devastated Prisca. She got up from the couch and went to get her phone and handbag.

Prisca walked out of Barry's apartment, her mind whirling from agony and confusion, her body aching. She was in shock at what had occurred to her. She needed time to reflect on her own, alone. It was time to get beyond Barry and the terrible night she'd had earlier.