Disclaimer: Though I dearly wish it was so; I do not own anything of Twilights. Those rights go to the ever genius Stephanie Meyers. I do own the plot though! Enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains abuse. If that bothers you, I suggest you don't read the marked areas.

The Dangerous

Prologue

The girl in the mirror had beautifully long, straight, dark brown hair. Her thin face and full lips held a neutral expression. The doe like chocolate brown eyes stared back with curiosity blooming behind them. Long full lashes shadowed her deep eyes. Her body toned and lean from years in track and gymnastics. Her Native American skin was a soft copper tone.

She was beautiful.

But her torso was littered with now healed wounds from a blade. Her eyes were darkened by bruises. She had ugly yellow bruises coating her arms and legs. Her heart was bleeding in pain.

She was broken.

I sighed as I stared at the marks covering my body. I was released from the hospital once all the scars were healed. The bruises were so deep they were still visible.

I tried my best to smile through it all. I tried to keep the crying to a minimum. I tried to make it look like everything was okay.

But nothing was; everything was all wrong. My once lively eyes were dull and shallow. My hair was a limp tangled mess from the weeks in the hospital. I returned to the Reservation with fear oozing from me.

The problem was still there. Still laughing at my pain, but yelling at my mistakes. I couldn't escape it. I couldn't escape him.

Mike Newton stood at 6"2' with muscles coiled thickly around his body. The light blond hair and crystal blue eyes, that were once so inviting, gave me the chills. He had a brilliant smile and was an active member in the community.

He and I have been together for about a year and a half. He was amazing for the first 6 months of the relationship. He was romantic, thoughtful, and courteous. He was a real boyfriend.

When I told him, I loved him. He told me I was his world; that I was the light in his mind. I see now he wasn't kidding; his mind is dark and cruel. It slowly changed after that. He stopped trying to be romantic. He stopped thinking about what I wanted to do. He was controlling and dominating.

Most of all he was angry; so angry.

Mike began snapping quickly and throwing tantrums. He would throw objects and scream to the stars. He was violent in his rage. I told myself 'He loves me; he would never hurt me' when he would throw his fits.

My life-long friend, my neighbor, my bestfriend Jacob was the most sensitive nerve to Mike. He hated Jacob with so much passion. The hatred was mutual.

~~~~Violence~~~

"I don't want to hear another word about Jacob fucking Black EVER again!" Mike spat getting in my face.

"He's my best friend Mike." I tried to reason.

"NO! I DON'T CARE! NO MORE!" He screamed, spit flying.

"Mike, I think you're being irrational-" I started.

"YOU ARE MY PROPERTY BELLA. NO MORE JACOB BLACK GOT IT?!" He roared clasping his hands tightly around my throat, thrusting me back into the wall.

"M-Mike. Y-You're hurting m-me!" I gasped pulling at his hand.

"Shut up! I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" He seethed getting close to my face.

"I don't have to do what you tell me to do Mike." I snapped trying to push him off me.

The blows came before I could register what was going on.

~~~~End~~~~

I whipped the tears that had slipped down my face.

At first, he acted as if nothing happened. He was suddenly the guy I fell in love with. I'd get presents and love from him. He promised it would never happen again. I believed him since I loved him.

I never let anyone know the truth. I avoided Jacob like the plague after the first beating. I was petrified of getting beat again. For a long time it didn't happen again. When Mike's parents announced they were getting a divorce, I took the brunt of his anger.

He began hitting me regularly. I couldn't get away from him fast enough. If I ignored him he made sure, I bled.

I finally stood up to him. I told him he wouldn't hit me if he loved me. I told him I was done with the bullshit he was putting me through every day. I tried breaking up with him. That stunt put me in the hospital with 5 stab wounds, black eyes, and severally bruised limbs.

~~~~Violence~~~~

"I don't think we should be together anymore, Mike." I whispered as we sat watching TV.

His head jerked to look at me with disbelief coloring his features.

"If you loved me like you say you do, this wouldn't be happening. I'm done putting up with you beating me." I explained a little stronger.

"Excuse me? Are you trying to break up with me?" He hissed standing up.

I looked up at my boyfriend of a year & a half with an emotionless expression and nodded. Mike's face contorted in rage as I stood up and took a step away from him.

"I chose when this is over! I pick when I'm through with us; not you!" He screamed with ferocious hatred burning in his eyes.

I looked around for something to defend myself up; big mistake. Mike used my lapse in judgment to pounce.

My back hit the wall before I realized Mike had moved. I yelped in pain as his hands clasped around my throat.

"YOU ARE MINE DAMN IT!" He roared clutching his hands tighter.

I clawed at his hands he pushed all his weight flush against me to keep me from kicked at him.

I froze when he pulled out his switch blade, "I assumed you learned your lesson last time you disobeyed me!"

~~~~End~~~~

I was in the hospital for a long time. The story was I was mugged in Port Angeles while down there with Mike. He sold the story well, fake tears and everything.

Charlie, my dad and chief of police, never liked Mike. Always was a strong con-Mike person. But he was still civil to him.

For an entire year, I dealt with the abuse Mike inflicted on me. I couldn't turn to anyone either.

Jacob was taboo. Mike would hurt me too much. My older brother, Alex, moved out of the house when he joined Sam Uley's gang. Mom died when I was 6. On the 10 year anniversary of her death, he got so angry he never came home. I never spoke to him again. He left right before the beatings started.

I missed the simplicity of the world. I missed my older brother, my mother, my best friend. I missed not being beaten for something I never did or said.

The girl in the mirror?

She was dying inside.

Author's Note: I renamed and revised my story Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. I hope you like the revisions. Please criticize and review. I like suggestions and feedback; good or bad! It helps me improve my writing!

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