Jailbird Symphony

Hi, I'm new, but you probably got that already. Well, to make things short here, I do excessive amounts of leisure writing (friends hate it, I ditch them sometimes), and I got bored today about two hours ago so I decided to do this. I haven't ever done anything adult-oriented before, but it definitely fits into this site, which I just found recently and am enjoying. I'll probably continue with it, depending on whether or not I get back to my main works. Opinions are cool, advice is cool too, I really just figured it a shame to have written it and not put it out anywhere. Also, I don't make posts often (or ever, mostly...), so excuse me if I've done something wrong in the format as I am forum illiterate. Thanks, enjoy. Oh, also, I'm pretty tired and didn't bother to reread or revise it other than spacing out the paragraphs for this post. -CrawlerXP

Contains:

3 on 1

Rape

One non-graphic urination thing near the end (not bad)

Adult language in character dialogue

Age three, Ren breaks her first bone––her arm––after falling down the stairs in her home and is taken to the emergency room by her mother. Age seven, Ren learns to ride her first bike. Age sixteen, Ren earns her license and is brought by her father to work in his auto repair shop. Age seventeen, Ren rides her first bike, again. Shortly afterward, Ren leaves home alongside her first serious boyfriend, Kenta, and his friends, The Mongrels. Unlike everyone she rides with, for one reason or another Ren’s bike has never known the term ‘reverse’, and she has never backed up. Backing up is useless; Ren knows exactly what she’s left behind and where she’s come from, and she wants no part of it. Change is forward, she knows, for better or worse.

Things had gone pretty well since she left home, Ren thought. She had friends now, a boyfriend, a life, everything she ever needed or wanted. She never really understood why it was that her father had brought her to work with him, constructing the tool of his own destruction. But she hadn’t ever argued with it all the same. Ren likened it to teaching a housewife how to aim a gun when you planned to beat her anyway––didn’t make much sense any way she looked at it.

Ren had been the workhorse in the family under her father, and she had heard since that he had fallen into debt after she left. But it didn’t surprise her, since she had long since done the majority share work at the shop anyway. Without her, he scarcely would’ve been sober enough to tie his boots, let alone replace a transmission.

But the strange part was, even though she knew her father was in debt, and even though she loved her mother, even the deepest and most pure parts of Ren’s conscience and soul afforded her no desire or reason or care enough to go back home. And the phantom pain that would make itself known in her right arm from time to t