Hating her job. Hating her home life. Hating her accomplishments. Hating her gifts. Hating when it rains, and when the sun is present. Beyonce. Working behind a desk for customer service. Wishing she was dead or that she had another life. One night, she was walking out of her job going to her car. She met a gun to the back of her head and a hand to her throat. Whom this man is? she didn't know...she just knew she was saved.