Author's note:this is my first story so please be gentle, and the lyrics are from the song "The house that built me" by Miranda Lambert. this is going to have chapters.
"Now you disappear. You get patched up and leave town." "Turn tail and run?"
"That thing won't quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is
dead. Go underground. Change your name. Don't make
its job easy."
As that scene replayed over and over again in her head, Lilah made her way out of the sewers and back to her apartment. Once she was inside, she grabbed three huge travel suitcases and started packing up pretty much everything she owned. She tossed all her clothes and shoes into one large suitcase, and the few mementos and pictures that she had into the other suitcase. She grabbed the large hat box that had been gathering dust off of her closet shelf. She turned it upside down and tossed all the stacks of unmarked bills into the suitcase with the mementos and trinkets. The last thing to pack up was her make up bag.
Once everything was packed into her Mercedes she got into the driver's seat and headed out of Los Angeles. After what seemed like hours she finally made it out of Los Angeles. Lilah sat on the side of the road just outside of LA and tried to decide on where to run to. As she was deciding the next song on the radio came on, "I know they say you can't go home again. I just had to come back one last time. Ma 'am I know you don't know me from Adam. But these handprints on the front steps are mine. And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar. And I bet you didn't know under that live oak my favorite dog is buried in the yard. I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I could just come in I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory from the house that built me. Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. From Better Homes and Garden magazines. Plans were drawn; concrete poured, and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream. I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could just come in I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory from the house that built me. You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can. I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am. I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could walk around I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory from the house that built me."
As Lilah listened to the song she sighed and finally decided where she was going to run to. She got back on the road and drove north.