It had been a month since the war had ended and Cassy was exhausted. From the war, from Tartarus, from her dad, from everything. But she had to fake it till she made it. That was her motto. No one at camp knew of the going ons at her house and she intended to keep it that way, they shouldn't have to deal with her situation. They already had enough on their plates without adding her burdens.
They didn't need to know that the man who was supposed to raise her, had her raise him. That the person who was supposed to play with her played her instead.
That was why she was before the dingy apartment belonging, a small duffel bag holding her few belongings. She entered the building with a sigh, her nose filling with the smell of rotting wood and cigarette smoke. The old stairs were just as creaky as they were when she left, if not more.
Opening the door with the spare key, she stepped inside, spotting the old and empty bottles of alcohol decorating the floor.
"Home, sweet home," she muttered, dropping her bags to the floor.
Walking inside the hallway, she noticed the unusual silence haunting her house like a premonition. She glanced at her father's room, having no doubt that the old walrus was passed out on his bed.
She still wanted to confirm though, and that's why she peeked in through the crack in the door. When she didn't find anyone in, Cassy pushed the door more and that was when she saw it.
The unmoving body of the person she was forced to call father. It seemed the alcohol had finally gotten to him and in that moment, all she could feel was relief. Relief that for once maybe she could be free.
Not knowing what to do, she called 911.
Hello, 911 what's your emergency?
Hello, I'm calling from #41 Nightshade Alley, Manhattan. I- I think my dad's dead.
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Different Worlds Same Hero (Rewritten Version)
FanfictionCassandra Terrence was one among the many kids who fought in the wars. She was a war-hardened demigod who had fought in the titan war when she was almost 14 and the giant war when she was almost 15. She had lost a lot, holding on to a strand of hop...
