Arrala

Prologue

With a deep breath I took a long last look at my apartment. It had been my home for over two years now. However, the apartment that had once been my safe place, no longer had the same feeling. I was moving back home to be with my parents. I had healed physically but emotionally and mentally, I still had some wounds that needed some healing. I can only hope that moving back will do that. I missed Utah a lot since I moved out here to Texas. I had a list of things I planned to do when I got back.
I shook my head and got out of my thoughts. Otherwise, I'd be here all night thinking. I picked up the last two boxes and called for my pup. I had Hank since he was 4 weeks old. He was a mix of pitbull and Labrador which made him "scary looking" to some wimpy kids and crotchety old people. In reality he was the sweetest dog I'd ever had and my family has had a lot of dogs throughout the years. Being the mama's boy that he is, he came to me immediately. Together we headed towards the moving truck. I quickly placed the boxes in the back. Moving it all out made me realize I had an incredible amount of crap but looking at it sitting in this massive truck made it feel like less.
I locked up the back of the truck before I opened the passenger door for Hank. I made my way to the drivers side and climbed in. I shot my mom a quick text to let her know I was about to start heading home. With one last glance at the apartment complex in my rear view mirror, I was off.