It had been a month since the war had ended and Cassandra 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, not wanting to burden people with her life problems.
So that was why she was before the dingy apartment building belonging to her father, her bag holding her few prized belongings. She let out a sigh and entered the building, her nose filling with the smell of rotting wood and cigarette smoke. She climbed the stairs to her apartment on the fourth floor, the wooden stairs creaking with every step she took.
Opening the door with the spare key, she stepped inside, spotting the old and empty bottles of alcohol lying on 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, she pushed the door more and that was when she saw it.
The unmoving body of the person she was forced to call dad. It seemed the alcohol had finally killed him. In that moment, all she could feel was relief. Relief that for once maybe she could be free.
Not knowing what to do, she dialed 911.
Hello?
Hello, I'm calling from #41 Nightshade Alley, Manhatten. I- I think my dad's dead.
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Different World Same Hero (Discontinued, Being Rewritten)
FanfictionPercy just emerged from the giant war as the one of the two survivors of the seven. She goes home to find that her mother and Paul were killed by a monster. She is now sent to live with her godmother Jocelyn Fray. But what happens when she finds out...
