Chapter 87 Xiv

• Sasha
• Perhaps my thoughts were evil, but I was tired of being under my father's thumb, performing like a good little girl in front of the press. I wanted my own life, free from the public eye. I'd been able to ignore my father and his world while attending school far away. Now that he was running for president, the pressure to perform would be worse. Daddy expected that I'd be by his side, performing just like my mother would have.
• I missed my mother terribly, her death so unexpected, the call coming in the middle of the night. I'd been away at college, even forced to miss her funeral because of exams. I'd never forgive him for going ahead with her funeral without me. God, I hated the man, loathed him and all he stood for. My mother had warned me about my father's benevolence, celebrating the fact I'd gotten out of his grasp. She would despise everything that was happening in her house, my father losing his battle with his sins.