Her father calls her an addict. And, secretly, she thrills that he calls her anything at all.
He always had ambition, the kind that he would lie or pretend for and would never top off. Here was a man that demanded the world, and a daughter of a one night stand only held him back.
So she became something that he could be proud of. Simple. Should have been as simple as that.
Except Governor Tancredi, no Vice Presidential Candidate Tancredi, isn't impressed by someone else's awards.
The fact that she was pretty and bright made her tolerable. Made it okay to occasionally comment that his daughter had done such and such when other party members made the obligatory comments on their family. She had risen above the mistake he constantly had to explain away, but that didn't mean he would come for her.
But getting high in the back of a mini-mart with some burnout named David (or at least he had looked like a David) had been more than enough to make him come running. And God knows she hadn't been much to look at (cotton candy covered smiles and tweaked out) but it hadn't mattered that he looked at her in disgust as long as he was looking.
She kept him on his toes after that.
Until the boy on the road. Until she stopped wanting his attention. (Because she had finally become something that even she couldn't bear to look at.)
But at Fox River, there are people who understand bad choices and bad fathers (coming here was the only good decision she had ever made because it was the only one that she hadn't done for her father). Behind bars that she has felt her whole life, she think it sad that these cons are people she relates to. Sad to think that maybe that these are the only people she ever could relate to. Be the difference you want to see in the world she had told herself, save this man so maybe you too are saved.
She had believed it. She had really believed that and now she wonders how she could have ever been so naive. Wonders why she left the door open. Thinks she may have fallen for another man who will never love her the way she wants to be loved.
But she is used to replacing her wants with other wants.
Sarah knows addiction. Knows the purr of oblivion in her veins and freedom singing down her throat. Knows that the high will always come and love never will.