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...he fact that he was hurting and she felt absolutely helpless to stop it. Josh eventually fell asleep next to her, but she didn't. Instead, Taylor sat at her window, looking up at the sky and praying that he would be okay. Hell, better than okay ... she wanted him happy again. Her alarm went off, informing her it was time to get ready for school and Josh grouched at being forced awake by a loud annoying bell. Taylor took as long a shower as she had time for, letting the water beat down on her face. Her hope was that it would ease some of the tension in her body and wash away the traces of her tears. It was in vain. There was no relaxing her tightly wound muscles ... it was like she was expecting something to happen at any minute, the other shoe to drop, and her body was in a constant state of alert. As for the tears, her red and puffy eyes betrayed the stain free complexion. There was no doubt in her mind that people would be able to see quite clearly how last night had affected her. She wanted to commit murder and she didn't know if there was anyone who could stop her. The plan was clear in her mind: get Beyonce alone and beat her to a bloody pulp. She dressed accordingly. Black carpenter pants, large black t-shirt, sneakers, and absolutely no jewelry. Her hair was pulled back into...