She reaches for the dial on the radio and turns up the volume.
"Charlene? Are you even listening to me?!"
Staring out the window she watches the trees flash by. While her mother rants and raves about ungrateful children and their lack of respect, she hums along to the music. Another commercial rears its ugly head. A car advertisement.
She turns off the radio.
She reaches for another cigarette.
"That's a nasty habit, Charlene."
She lights it with a match and the conversation shifts to more important things. Taking a long drag, she feels temporary satisfaction. Her father eyes her with a look of disapproval.
"You need to quit, Charlene."
She reaches for the dial on the radio; this time, she turns it down.
"What the hell? I was listening to that."
Her brother hoots and hollers along with the melody.
He notices her pensive expression. Playfully he musses her hair.
"C'mon, live a little, Charlene."
She reaches for a bar of soap.
"I hate you."
Sitting in the shower, she cries. The water beats down on her from above. It stings. She chokes back another sob.