The House That Built Me

This is my new story, it will be exactly nine chapters long, this being the first. Each chapter will be accompanied by a country song, but the one that the whole story is based off of is the title, The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert. So please enjoy and everything but the songs are my own creation. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy!

"I AM DONE WITH HER! SHE CAN'T KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT OR CENSORED! FIND A NEW MAKE UP ARTIST!"

Now, I get it, you might have a headache, and I am with you on that. I am currently sitting outside of my managers office, the nineteen year old menace that I am is intolerable to everyone. Well, only in these past few months.

I stared at the short woman came storming out, her normally pale skin red and blue eyes ablaze as the blonde hair flew from her pounding steps. I sighed, disappointed in myself and knew She would be too.

"Come in Samantha." The restrained voice rang from the office. I frowned and walked into the room. The bald skinny man looked at me with disappointment. I sat on the overstuffed chair across him, and waited for him to talk as I felt ashamed from my actions. "I know these past few months have been hard for you, but you have to understand that you have to at least pretend to be nice. I can't stand to see you do this, where is the sweet girl that blew me away with her kindness and amazing voice? I know that you miss her, but this is not how She would want you to live, not hate. I know all your doing is trying to push people away so you don't get hurt, but you need people. Someone will break it but until then, put a smile on your face and pretend that you don't hurt." I looked at him.

He isn't the only one to say this. My boyfriend and me have been fighting, I love him and he has threatened to leave many time these past six months. Pushing people away it seems easy. It hurt me more to push them away but if I do it now it will save me from even more pain in the future.

I looked into his caring brown eyes, the worry evident as he analyzed me, my face obviously showing my pain. "I need a break." I spoke softly, realizing I never truly mourned for the pain inside, all this anger and hate is built up sadness. He nodded in understanding.

"Ok, I'll arrange it. Where do you want to go?"

"A place, I want to visit somewhere. I need to find my old self, get back to the real me."

He nodded again and bid me a goodbye. I left to go home and pack, wanting to fix myself as soon as possible. So, hopping in my overly priced car, I speed down the streets of Malibu to my house on the water, the one I share with my boyfriend.

Pulling up, I was greeted to the sight of his car. Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and up the front steps. Opening the unlocked door, I took my heels off and looked into the mirror by the door. My dirty blonde hair was flatter, my hazel eyes broken and my deep tan lighter from all the days I spend locked away in my room.

Looking at the dark hardwood I followed the sounds of music to the kitchen, my drummer boyfriend cooking something while listening to music. "Hi, Matt." I whispered softly, walking to give him a hug. He seemed surprised at my soft attitude towards him and greedily hugged me. I smiled softly into his shirt as I realized how much I missed his hugs; my heart speeding up a beat or two, something that hasn't happened in a while.

I sniffed his Armani scent as he kissed my head. Pulling away I looked up to him, a happiness that I haven't seen in months was shining in his eyes. He smiled, "I missed you." I got it, it wasn't that I was physically gone, it was more of an emotional trip. I nodded and pulled fully away, going to sit on the counter.

"I'm taking a trip."

He looked over to me in surprise as he continued cooking. "Where?"

"Texas."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why there?"

"Mom."

"Hon, your mom is gone, how are you going to find her there?"

"I have my ways." I smiled secretly as I thought of the place I was headed to. He just shook his head and smiled, realizing that there was something I had to do without anyone.

"Ok, how long will you be gone?"

"A day or two, it won't take long."

He just nodded and finished making food, handing me a steak as we talked about anything, something we hadn't in a while...