Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

Following in her mother's footsteps, 17 year old valedictorian Tahari Campbell soon will be graduating with honors, considering she consistently held a perfect 4.0 Gpa at Benjamin Franklin high school. New Orleans native promised her mother that she would walk in a path for success although her heart is leading her down the road of destruction... ©Copyright I_Am_Undeniable

dis·o·ri·ent disˈôrēˌent verb past tense: disoriented; past participle: disoriented to make (someone) lose their sense of direction; confused.