What Now? -a Dipcifica Fanfiction :)

Chapter 1

THE START OF IT ALL

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P A C I F I C A ' S P O V

My father was not too thrilled that I had let the common folk in. I hated how the size of someone's wallet was the deciding factor on what company people should keep. I liked it better this way; with everyone in town being able to come together, even if it was only for one night. It let me forget who I was for a moment, and allowed me to feel normal. And that was all I ever wanted to be -- normal. But that attitude did nothing to make me feel better when my father decided it was time to reprimand me.

"Pacifica!" he hollered, his voice echoing through the entire manor, and leaving every hair on my body standing on edge. He was so angry at me that all thoughts of maintaining a calm attitude around guests evaporated from his mind. "Get over here right now!"

I didn't comply. I ducked behind a large dress of one of the wealthy guests, slipping out undetected. I needed to escape the evil that was my father. I didn't even have to think about where I could go to find safety, because the answer was obvious. I needed to find Dipper.

I weaved through guests of all economic statuses, hurrying to get to Dipper. When he was finally in my sight, I let out of sigh of relief. He was like my safe haven, because I knew that he would protect me, and anyone, because he was a genuinely kind person. I was home free, sprinting towards him, when I lost my footing at the familiar, horrid sound of the bell.

That simple chime sent me skidding across the linoleum floor, and I found myself sobbing, unable to recollect myself. I was but a few strides away from Dipper, and there he was, just out of my reach. I couldn't get to him.

For just a moment, though, through the storm came a glimmer of sunlight, as he turned around. His face immediately erupted into utter worry. I wanted to stop him -- tell him not to worry about me. His smile was so heartening, and I couldn't stand to see anything but that on his face.

But then the dark clouds returned, and lightning struck. Between heaves for breath, I tried to push myself to my feet, only to fall again at a new sound. The slight tapping of male dress shoes against the dance floor was subtle, but unmistakeable. My cheeks burned like the rising sun as I turned around, my eyes falling upon his face, a large vein bulging in his forehead. The way that his large hands clenched and unclenched menacingly left a taste of fear in my mouth. I had begun to fear for both of our lives when I heard my mother's cool and collected voice.

"Preston, not here," she began, even and calm as always. "Not now, at least. We need to keep the town's expectations for us high."

I could remember a time when my father was still kind to me, and I would always say that I loved both of my parents the same. But now, things were different, because I only loved my mother out of the two of them. She was the only one who ever cared for me.

His face relaxed, but his eyes still blazed furiously. "I suppose so, but after this we may need to hire a doctor to fix her up when after I'm done with her."

I felt my teeth clench within my jaw. Of course that was what he said. He was the most snobby, conceited rich guy in the world. And he just so happened to be my father.

"Of course, Preston," my mother compromised. Then she turned to me with apologetic eyes. "Pacifica, go and enjoy the rest of the party."

My mother may have been almost as scared of my father's wrath as I was, but I really did depend on her. Her soothing voice was the only thing that could calm him when he was exceedingly angry with me. Without her, I would be dead meat.

"Yes, mother," I agreed, and turned around to walk in the opposite direction of my parents. More tears threatened to escape my eyes, but then I saw Dipper again. He was running towards me.

When he reached me, he threw his arms around me, and my head rested on his shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable for the first time in far too long. "Pacifica," he murmured, rubbing my back to console me during our embrace. "I heard everything." Somehow by the way he spoke, I could tell he forgave me for bullying his sister. I could tell now that he accepted me despite all that I had done to him and his family. I could tell now that we were friends.

Holding him close to me, I managed to bring up the courage to say something. "Of course you did, you butt head." The insult meant something else this time. It was no longer hurtful. Instead, it was thoughtful.

The sound of his contagious laughter had me joining in, and it seemed like we were laughing for ages. Despite the awful time I was having just moments ago, I realized that I actually was having fun at the party. I actually did feel normal.

The thought of what would happen when everybody left, however, never escaped my mind.

But as long as I had Dipper I would be fine.

How did you like that? It got pretty intense! So again, thank you for reading and I hope your day is lovely! Please comment and tell me how you liked it. So keep calm and ship on! Bye my lovely readers!

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