Chapter 1- A Slap to the Face
Pacifica Northwest saw the last of the partygoers out, smiling and thanking. She was surprised to realized how sincere she was. Dipper was right, letting the townsfolk into the party was great. Speaking of Dipper…
"Hey Pacifica!" She turned. Dipper stood by the grand doors, redressed into usual blue vest, red shirt, and gray shorts. Didn't make him any less cute, she couldn't help think.
"Dipper!" She greeted. He gave her grin.
"I had a great time today, honestly. I think the townsfolk did too." He said. He put a hand on her should. "What did you did today, it was good. It was the right thing to do. You are not like your parents. You are good person." His eyes bored into hers.
"Thank You." She said softly. Dipper blushed faintly.
"Well, I better get going. It's really late." He checked his watch. 2:52 am. "Well technically it's really early." Pacifica giggled. "See ya around Pacifica!" He grinned.
"See you around too, dork." She said, with an eye roll but a sincere smile. He laughed and gave her a nod, than walked out of the mansion and into the darkness. She stared after him and then turned to see that Dipper had been the last guest to leave. She flinched upon hearing the grand doors slam behind her.
"PACIFICA ELISE NORTHWEST!" The young heiress's blood turned to ice. Her father and mother stood off to the side, their faces ablaze with anger. "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Preston roared. Pacifica hesitated. The small bell rang, its sound ringing in her ears. She found herself scampering forward in front of her parents. She looked at the floor, her stomach flipping in fear.
"Sir?" She said timidly.
"Don't 'sir' me! You know what you did wrong!" He yelled. Pacifica's fear turned to anger and she raised her head to glare at her father.
"Wrong? Wrong?" She cried. "What I did was right! It saved the guests!"
"YOU RUINED OUR REPUTATION!"
"You ruined your own reputation! And If anything, I saved it! Letting townsfolk in showed compassion, and saved the wealthy guests from being stuck as wood! They and their family's would have sued you! You should be grateful!" A second after the words left her mouth she realized she had gone too far. Preston's hand came down upon her cheek, pain searing through her face. Pacifica stumbled backward, clutching her cheek. She stared up at her father in shock.
"That should serve as a reminder to obey us." He said.
"I'm not scared of you!" She hissed. Preston's slapped her face again. She gasped and fell backwards, hitting the hard ground beneath her.
"Get up." He growled. She didn't move. "I SAID GET UP!" He sent a kick into her ribs. She gasped in pain again, but scrambled to her feet. Preston grabbed her by the hair. "You will learn to obey us, whether you want to or not." His breath was hot on her face, his face twisted in anger. She nodded in fear. Preston released her, making her stumble backward once again. Pacifica blinked rapidly to fight the tears, they would only make her father angrier. "NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" He yelled. She obliged right away, lifting the skirt of her dress and running up the stairs and through the halls of the mansion. Despite the pain, Pacifica reached her room in minutes, slamming the door behind her. She sunk to the ground against her door, tears running down her face and stinging her hurt cheek. She buried her face letting the tears come and the sobs shake her shoulders.
