Chapter 3- Everything Changes
Pacifica woke and instantly regretted it. Pain was seeing through her chest, wrist, and cheek. She was distantly aware of soft hands dabbing at her cheek, but did not fully comprehend whet was going on around her. It 3 minutes later that Pacifica opened her puffy red eyes and tried to sit up.
"Relax, honey." Came a soft voice. "You don't want to hurt yourself." Pacifica blinked up her. It was maid, a maid that she had never knew existed and probably treated terribly, that was tending to her cheek. A million thoughts raced through her mind, but she only managed to choke out one question.
"Why are doing this?" The maid stared at her confusion.
"Cause you're hurt, sweetie." She said. Pacifica shook her head, ignoring the pain that it caused her.
"I mean, why are you helping me? I never treated you well, I've been terrible to all the maids and butlers that are my parent's slaves. You have no reason to help me." Her voice shook. The maid stroked her hair gently.
"Cause sometimes we have do what is right, and forget the past. Yes, you may have been rude to the workers before, but you are but a young girl. It is not your fault that your parents raised you to believe certain things. And it is obvious much of your opinions have changed." Pacifica ran a hand over rough cheek.
"Yeah." She felt a wave of tiredness wash over her and her eyelids drooped. The maid noticed.
"You should get some sleep, sweetie. It's been a long day." She said gently.
"One last thing." Pacifica said sleepily. "What's your name?" The maid looked surprised but gave her small smile.
"Andrea."
"Thank you, Andrea." Pacifica said, than gave in to the tempting pull of sleep. Andrea planted and a small kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight, Pacifica." She whispered, then left the room.
The next two days slowly. Andrea tried everything she could on Pacifica's injuries but nothing seemed to help. She had banged the young teen's wrist, but their was nothing that seemed to help her cheek or the pain in her chest. She was pretty sure Pacifica had a broken a rib. Her parent's never came to see her, which Pacifica could help but feel relief at. It was the third day changed everything.
"GET DOWN HERE GIRL!" Her father's voice rang through the mansion. Pacifica's heart skipped a beat. The bell rang. Pacifica felt a jolt of anger and stubbornness.
"NO. I WILL NOT." She yelled back. She heard him start to stomp up the stairs and realized the consequences of her actions. He door burst open. He father didn't say a word, but grabbed her by the hair and dragged her downstairs, ignoring her protests. She gasped in relief when he dropped her on the office floor. She could feel blood seeping down her skull and onto the back of her neck. Her father loomed over her, his expression furious.
"Imagine how FURIOUS I was, when I discovered their's been maids going in and out of your room, helping you!" Preston yelled.
"I don't have to imagine." Pacifica growled back. Her father kicked her, sending a jolt of pain through her ribs.
"Don't talk back to me girl! You are now completely grounded! Nobody will have access to your room except me. One meal will be taken to you once a day, by ME. And NO ONE is to help clean your wounds." He reached down and yanked to bandage of her wrist, and making Pacifica let out a shriek of pain and clutch her wrist. "Quit being a baby." Preston sneered. "Oh, one more thing. You are unofficially disowned and cut off from the family fortune until you get you're act together." He grabbed Pacifica by her collar and dragged to her room. She didn't try and struggle against her father, only trying to brace herself for when she banged into something. Her father released her on the floor of her room once again, and then slammed the door, bolted it, and locked it with a key only he had. Pacifica goaded in pain and hauled herself off the ground, wobbling on her feet. She stumbled across the room and flopped down on her bed with a sigh. Her father's words repeated in her head. "You are unofficially disowned and cut off from the family fortune until you get you're act together." Pacifica knew that the only reason it was 'unofficial' was because they didn't want the public to hear about it. She remembered what he had said the other day. "You are no daughter of mine." And her own words, "FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU! I'LL GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! YOU NEVER LOVED ME ANYWAYS! I HATE YOU! I'M LEAVING! FOREVER!" Pacifica knew what she had to do. She blew bloody hair out of her face. The only problem would be doing it.
