Ana flinched when the sound of a door slamming reverberated throughout the house, followed by the sound of her mother and Alexei fighting. Again. Sighing she finished curling her hair and tightened the straps on her shoes. The fighting had become so commonplace that Ana could practically recite the whole argument. She could hardly stand it and was out the door as soon as was humanely possible. Ana wasn’t even sure, where she was going, all she knew was that it was Saturday night and she needed to escape for a few hours, or for forever, she hadn’t decided yet.