smoking all your cigarettes(johnny cade x OC)

Chapter 1

*modern settings*

April's POV

Sick for days in so many ways. I'm achin' now. It's times like these I need relief.

I listened to The Black Keys as they played on my stepdad's playlist, while staring ahead at my parents holding hands in the backseat.

Oh wait, I should probably give you some background information. 'Cause details are important, you know.

So my name is April. I am fifteen years old, and moving to Tulsa, Oklahoma from Houston, Texas with my mom and stepdad. We've decided to move because my step dad decided to accept a job offer and my mom recently gaining custody of me has caused our family to want to make some changes. Even though I'm entirely sure that this was a great idea.

Some more details so this story can be delivered. A few months ago, my aunt 'GG' had passed away. After that, well my mental health had gone to shit. And then, my uncle started dating his ex-wife. However, I just see it as sexual healing, and despite my understanding that he's a grown ass man and the fact that he respects me and my opinions, he won't stop fucking her and I do think he can have a nice life with some bitch he hasn't seen in almost thirty years in Arizona. To simply put it, he can go fuck himself.

Then my cousin had moved to Kentucky to be with her boyfriend. I actually respect their decision however, 'cause I can take their relationship seriously. That's not said entirely from a bitchy perspective, as marriage has been discussed by those two beautiful beings. And my brother and sister were living with my aunt for a long time. They even went to the same school as my cousin and everything. They're moving in with their grandparents back in Texas. I'm definitely disappointed because, well more fucking details await.

Up until a few months ago, my dad had custody of me. And I was living with him and my stepmom. But there was tension between us, or at least it felt like there was emotional tension, all the time. I can hardly remember a time in my childhood where I didn't have a sense of disappointment, anger, the perception of my feelings being hurt, and just all around negativity.

I would feel that it's illogical for me to hate her, but everyone I know that's heard me talk about her usually refers to her as a bitch. So I don't see a reason to feel regret or guilt for seeing or describing her in this way.

Now that my tragic childhood has been discussed, let's build on that. So with my brother and sister being half siblings, my dad took custody of me. His reasoning was pretty shitty, since my mom had nothing to do with this. One of my cousins lost her father because he passed away. She took his death really and became sexually active, addicted to drugs, and her sexual relations were with men way older than her at the ages of ten to eleven. At some point, my aunt remarried and my cousin had a stepfather. My aunt wasn't a very good mother. She was never the right amount of involved in my cousin's life. She wasn't abusive, but she was very neglectful. Eventually my cousin's step dad had sexually abused her. No one believed her since she was already sexually active. Which is only the slightest bit of understandable, since someone who is twelve or thirteen can't make this up. I was probably three years old at most when this was happening.

I understand my dad wanted me to be safe, but he can't blame my aunt's shitty parenting skills on my mother. So in a way, I was cheated out of a developed relationship with my siblings because my dad didn't know how to let go. Like father, like daughter, I suppose. So of course, I'm disappointed. But they're both adults. Nineteen and Twenty years old. They deserve a life of their own. Even if it's in different states.

But let's focus on some positive things for now. My mother has custody of me, she and my stepdad are married, and I'm moving to a different state. Which in some ways is negative. But a new change that promises the chance of starting over completely where no one knows you. It makes the chance of change seem more believable and worth it. And to make it better, I'm in the car with the best parents possible and we're listening to music on a burned CD with songs from all over.

This was always one of my favorite things to do. Watching my step dad cuss out bad drivers while smoking his cigarettes and him constantly making jokes with me and my mom, while we were listening to artists like The Black Keys and Phantogram. Only thing that could make it better was if my brother and sister were here. But that doesn't make this moment any less better.

Another tradition to these car rides, is that I'll always be displaying little acts of affection with my parents. Resting my head on my mom's shoulder and holding my dad's hand when we were at a red light.

 And look at that perfect timing, we're at a red light. I looked out the window and saw the Oklahoma state line sign. So I put my head on my mom's shoulder. Or I did my best to do it. I'm in the backseat, people.

"You've got such pretty hair sweetie. You know your grandma had that same strawberry color as you.", my mom told me for what felt like the hundredth time in my life whenever my hair color got brought up. She continued, "but you got your father's eyes.Pretty greenish, dark blue eyes".

"Mommy, your brown eyes are prettier than my dad's eyes though. Besides I think brown eyes are the prettiest, you've known this for years.", I told my mother hoping she wasn't thinking badly of her eyes at that moment.

"Dad, how much longer until we're in Tulsa?", I asked my dad. "A few more hours, April", my dad informed me. "Damn it, my ass has gone numb and I hate sitting down for so long.". "April, watch your mouth.", my mom told me. Of course, my dad wouldn't say much since he's apparently done worse. I've done some of the things he does. However, my parents don't know that. I don't want to ruin the image in their head of a child who has good morals. I still have morals, smoking weed and such in the past doesn't ruin you, but it's still not legal. But I used to do that. Not anymore. When I did, it wasn't done often and I managed to avoid getting caught.

"She could be worse.". "Sorry mother. Dad, I'm tired. Just wake me up when we get home."

Our story will continue in the next chapter. For now, I'll be getting the shut eye that I need since I haven't been able to sleep.