All Chapters of One Touch of Serenity: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hannah turned and met the prideful faces of her girlfriend and best friend. They smiled at her, silently applauding her for standing up to her mom. But their expressions where short-lived when out of the blue, Mrs Morales stormed towards Hannah, grabbed a fistful of her hair, spinned her around and smacked her cheeks hard.It took Hannah by surprise and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she found herself on the floor, her mother over her, hitting and pulling her hair while screaming at her.Hannah fought for a way out, but despite being old, her mother had a lot of strength. Perhaps, due to her state of drunkenness. Serenity, unable to stomach her girlfriend being hit on, grabbed Mrs Morales hair and pulled her off Hannah “Let go off me you fucking dyke!” Yelled Mrs Morales as Serenity tightened her hold on her hair. It took more willpower than Serenity could muster not to break every single bone in her body. She could as she was stronger and taller than her. But s

HannahHannah Morales woke up hours later to an empty room, the aftermath of her outburst hanging heavy in the air. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of guilt settle in her chest. She hadn't meant to lash out at Serenity. It just happened, and now she regretted every word.She threw the covers off and got out of bed, her mind racing. She had to get out of here. Out of Everton. Maybe some distance would help clear her head. She staggered to where her clothes laid on the ground. She searched and hurriedly changed into a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt, grabbed her suitcase, and started tossing the rest of her belongings into it. She zipped up the suitcase, took a deep breath, and walked toward the door.Just as she opened it, Serenity who had her back pressed against the door looking exhausted and worried, stumbled in. Hamnah froze for a moment, staring down at her tired lover. Serenity immediately rose to her feet, dusting her pants. Her gaz

Hannah Hannah sighed in frustration at the incessant buzzing of her phone. She didn't need to pick it up to know who was calling. Matter of fact, it was the caller that made me flip her phone. She returned to sorting out her files just as her phone stopped buzzing. Hannah had barely reeled in the quiet of her office when her phone began buzzing again. This time, undiluted frustration spiraled through her body. With a curse, she decided she would pick up the phone and send Serenity to hell. But right before Hannah could put her thoughts into effect, Rachel burst into her office. "How's the parking going?" Rachel ignored the frown on her best friend's face. It was a signature look whenever she walked into her office. Rachel had over the years learned not to take it to heart. "I can't believe you're leaving for good. It's one thing to close the door to your room, step down as Mistress and an entirely different thing to resign from the club. You do realise the only reason why I investe

HannahWhy? Why?Why weren't her feet moving? Why couldn't she bloody move? Do her feet have a mind of their own that chose to adhere to Serenity's instructions? Hannah didn't know.Serenity cold, shaky hands grabbed Hannah's shoulders and spun her around."You don't get to hurt me and walk out on me?" Serenity spits."Our session is over. You said your safe word. We have no business together." Hannah replies nonchalantly and turns to leave when Serenity grabbed her shoulder, pushed her against the wall and cornered her."You are not leaving this room and we sort things out," Serenity says.Hannah's breath caught in her throat. Having Serenity this close to her and breathing the same air as her was overwhelming and knees weakening and dammit and had to keep her shit together. Was she able to easily forgive someone who broke her heart? "Step away from Mistress, right -"Serenity shut Hannah up with a fiery and bubbling kiss that made her feel like she was swimming in a pool of clouds.

Serenity barely heard the knock at the door before it creaked open. She had been lying on her couch for what felt like hours—days, maybe. Time had blurred together into an endless loop of sleepless nights, swollen eyes, and the dull ache in her chest that refused to fade. She didn’t need to turn her head to know who it was. The worried voices, the heavy footsteps, the scent of home that clung to them—it was her parents.Her mother gasped, a sharp intake of breath that spoke volumes. “Oh, Serenity…”She rolled her eyes. “Don’t start, Mom.”Her father sat on the edge of the couch, his brows furrowed in concern. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away. She wasn’t ready for comfort. Not when the pain still sat so fresh in her chest.“You look terrible,” her mother continued, ever blunt. “When was the last time you ate? Drank some water?”Serenity exhaled sharply, forcing herself upright. The room tilted slightly, and she realized, belatedly, that she probably was dehydrated. “I’m fin