okay I made a third part, might be the last might not be….the prompt is in bold
The motel was what motels usually are, a place no one would call home. I’ve seen too many rooms with the scent of loneliness for a lifetime. but the owners always know not to ask for anything but the rent, that makes it save. when I laid down and let my tears flow freely, I was disturbed by someone knocking at the door. my heart skipped several beats but I calmed it with sweet words, it couldn’t be him. I opened the door, expecting a maid but staring in the blue eyes of my nightmare “code red” he said, I’m home.