Cinder pressed her hands harder against her ears. She kept trying to think of something else. Anything else would be better than the memories swirling in her head. She didn't hear when the fighting ended and she didn't hear Joby speak. All she could hear were the sounds of loud arguing and barely contained anger that would quickly be released, that would soon be followed by bottles breaking and things hitting the walls, ceiling and floor. Cinder leaned forward so her head touched the table and put her arms over her head, trying to block out the memories and failing.