Greenborough - Lesbian Story

The Road Upwards

I leaned over the railing, perching one foot on the first step to peer upwards at the spiral staircase. It looked like it went on forever.

The music hadn't stopped once and had gone through several songs. I couldn't really imagine the 85 year old Miles J. Greenborough having a jam sesh in his deathbed.

I walked up the steps stopping every now and then to look at an ancient painting or a sculpture mounted on the wall. Before reaching the second floor I passed a mirror.

My short brown hair still had its springy curls and the blue dress I was wearing still cut short just below my mid thigh. I checked to see if the light mascara I put on wasn't smudged and took a second to apply a layer of pink wet lipgloss to my plump lips.

I was never a fashionista or a makeup guru, but I took pride in the way I looked on special occasions.

Besides, there's never a bad time to catch the attention of a cute guy...

or girl... maybe...

I turned away from the mirror, blushing at the the thought.

I walked past door after door and several dark hallways filled with vague shapes and shadows. It wasn't until I reached the third floor that I noticed a change of scenery.

The first thing I noticed was a thick yellow line drawn from the base of the third floor traced along every surface of every wall and door until it circled back around to the beginning of the line.

It was weirdly mesmerizing to see something so bold among the dusty relics and rich wooden doors and walls.

I peeked around the corner into the hallway. This was the only path not darkened, each light and chandelier in the hallway was lit brilliantly. I followed the music cautiously, it felt as if I was intruding in this unfamiliar place.

But the next few months would be nothing but the Greenborough house, so I guess I better get used to it.

I finally reached a door that stood out, and it also seemed to be where the heavy music was coming from.

I knocked on the door laden with thousands of stickers and small scribbles in marker.

'FUCK YOU!' Was written in all caps several times.

I knocked again, "hello?"

The music stopped immediately.

I stood rigid as the door flung open, "what the hell did I say about crossing the yellow line?!"

Before me stood a tall girl in a tiny shirt and even tinier shorts. She must have been mixed because her skin was a light brown that was amplified and shiny from many hours in the sun.

I lost my words for a second, "uh- Hi, you must be one of the Greenboroughs, I'm Leah." I gave my best smile, trying to hide the embarrassment.

She was super hot, why am I like this when meeting new people??

I felt her eyes go from the top of my head, stop at my thighs for a moment, down to my toes then back up to my head, taking in every part of me.

"Oh, so you're new?" She grabbed me by the hem of my dress suddenly, I felt a vein of fear tear its way down my spine.

My dress was barely covering any of my thighs now and I was balancing on one toe as I tried to pull my face away from hers.

"What are you-"

She cut me off in a commanding tone, "Don't cross the yellow line? Got it?" I could feel her breath on my face.

"I...I-I yeah sure I won't pass the line!" She dropped me roughly.

"I'm Emerell, Mr. Greenborough's daughter." She added in a sarcastic tone. "You're just another one of his slackies, so don't even come up past the third floor. I figured Ludwig would have at least taught you a little common sense."

What is this girl's problem, she cant even be older than 18 and she's built like a tank.

"Welcome to the Greenborough estate," and the last thing I saw before she slammed the door in my red, ashamed face were the yellow eyes of a giant cat in her room...

Staring me down with the intent of a predator.