Hey guys! So you know this is my first story, so please no flames only constructive criticism and love :)

Full Blurb: Pacifica has finally been broken by her parents and now with nowhere to go, she ends up living with the Pines. But Life in the Pines household is much harder than she thought, especially when a certain brunette comes back for another summer...

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or any of the characters, 'cuz if I did there would be 12+ seasons already! All I own are the OC's and Plot.

I hope you like it and please review!

Chapter 1: The Beginning…

"Pacifica Elise Northwest!"

I flinched as my father called my name, he sounded angry.

I quickly walked through the halls and down the stairs, waving and nodding to a few of the servants as I went.

Tonight had been going so well I thought, it had started off bad, the house was haunted and the ghost had nearly killed a staff member – who I apologised to as quickly as possible afterwards- but then Dipper and his sister and her friends came. Dipper and I had the best night together, yes we had nearly got killed multiple times, but we had also bonded and I had felt like I actually had a real friend. Of course I've had friends before, but I knew that they only tolerated me because of my money. Call me crazy but-

I was snapped out of my musings as my father called my name once more.

He was sitting on the couch in the parlour, a glass of wine in his hands. He had taken off his suit jacket and his bowtie was undone. The moment he saw me, he threw the wine glass against the wall, the shards just narrowly missing me.

Uh oh…

"Pacifica Elise Northwest, you spoiled brat!" I flinched as he came near me, the rage in his voice evident. "First you disobey me, then you let the commoners in; and most importantly, you brought shame to the Northwest NAME!"

"But I-"

SMACK!

My father's hand made sharp contact with my face. The pain was unbearable, I had never been slapped before. I have definitely been abused before, but that was emotionally and mentally, but this was different; it was physical. And it hurt a lot.

"OW!"

"That's what you get you little shit!" Preston snarled, as he slapped me yet again, this time with more ferocity.

I fell back, my backside hitting the pine wood tiles hard. Tears lined my vision as I tried to get away from the monster of a father I had been given. So much for a loving family.

SMACK!

I screamed for help, but knowing that no one would help me, it was probably fruitless. Mother was probably piss drunk by now, having an affair with one of the servants or butlers; and the staffs of the house were too afraid of my parents to do anything. I couldn't really blame them though, if I were a servant or housemaid, I would be horrified of my parents too.

SMACK!

Black dots started to line my vision, as my father hit me once more. An unbearable pain shooting from my ankle.

"How do you like that, huh?" he asked, a sinister smile crossing his features.

I stared back at him, eyes full of fear. He laughed and picked up the half full wine bottle. Just as he was about to bang it over my head, I heard the phone ring.

Thank God

He snarled at me "Go"

I didn't need to be told twice, as I scrambled to my room, limping slightly.

When I got inside, I limped to my bed and lay down. I knew that my dress was torn and that my makeup was probably ruined, but that was the least of my worries. Right now I had to address my ankle.

Forcing myself up I hopped to my bathroom, making an effort to search for my First Aid Kit.

15 Minutes Later

Where is it? I thought in frustration. I had already hopped around the bathroom twice, and my ankle was starting to really hurt right now.

I looked around: the lavish marble sink was one of the first places I looked, but it had nothing; then I looked in the medical cabinets, which I quickly realised would have been the most logical place to look first, but it came out with the same result as the sink. The elegant partly gold bathtub, matching toilet and even towels shelves had nothing as well.

Just as I was about to give up and lay down, I heard someone knock on my door. Hobbling as quickly as I could with-for-what-i-know-could-be-a-broken-ankle to the door, I opened it to see Alfred, my butler.

"Alfred!" I exclaimed in surprise

"Hello Madam" he said nodding his head in greeting, before looking down towards my ankle, which had swollen up to the size of a bouncy ball. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

I tried to follow him into the bathroom, but he insisted that I rest my foot and get in bed.

How can he be so nice to me when I treated him like shit for almost all the time I've known him? That thought echoed around in my head over and over again. It was almost as if he was forced to… was he? But my train of thoughts were stopped short as Alfred came back in with my First Aid Kit in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.

"Alright Miss, I want you to give me your foot" He said, to which I complied and very slowly and carefully handed him my foot. "Miss, please tell me if anything hurts" I nodded.

He took a deep breath and started putting pressure on parts of my foot, to which I sometimes felt nothing or sometimes felt a shoot of pain, like when you get electrified by your computer.

(A/N: That actually happened to me a few times whilst writing this LOL!)

After a while, he finally came to the conclusion that I had indeed broken my ankle, and quickly started working on fixing it.

"Alright miss, I'm done" He got up and placed all the things from the First Aid Kit back in the bag it came in. Once he was done, he looked at me and said "I don't recommend you go walking around for a while and that you stay in bed for at least 3 days before you can go using crutches…" He paused for a second, deep in thought about something before turning to me, smiling a sad smile. "Also Miss… Please take care of yourself okay?"

I smiled. "Of course Alfred"

He seemed satisfied with that answer, because he started walking towards the door, but right before he could leave I said "Alfred?"

He turned to me, slightly surprised "What Miss?"

I took a deep breath "Why are you so nice to me? I mean I'm not ungrateful or anything, I'm just curious as to why, because all I've been to you… and to everyone else for that matter is mean and horrible. Why do you treat me nicely?" Tears were flowing freely down my face at the end of it, and Alfred to say lightly looked like he had seen a cookie gain legs and run away saying 'You can't catch me, I'm the cookie man!'

"Well honestly, it's because you are a good person, it's just your parents who made you act horrible. You can't blame yourself, because you had no one else to teach you what was good and what was not" He said, smiling at me "Never forget that okay?"

"I promise"

He smiled, closing the door behind him.

"Goodnight!"

SolSun: Well that happened

Pacifica: It probably wouldn't have if you didn't write this story (Turns head away)

SolSun: Actually it would

Pacifica: What do you mean?

SolSun: Oh, nothing (Try -and fails- to act unsuspicious)

Pacifica: Ooookaaay

SolSun: Anyways, just say it

Pacifica: Ugh, Fine. (smiles brightly and waves) Review everyone!