Took a very long time to get this out and I'm soooo sorry about it, but I've been so busy! Enjoy, y'all!

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BPOV

I woke to a thumping, a weird drumming kind of sound. Hesitantly I opened my sore eyes. I was in my bed and it was dark out, but that's all I could see. I was so sore on every part of my body, and with taking a moment with my eyes closed and light breathing, I realized the hammering was a headache. A horrible one at that. It was like something was in my head trying to fight its way out. Slowly I sat up and felt a whirlwind before heaving it to the bathroom to vomit.

Hangover, huge hangover. Oh, and exhaustion. I took moments to collect myself, to regain mental balance. What happened?

With a slight struggle to get to my feet I stumbled from the bathroom, catching myself on nearly every object in arm's reach as I made my way to the door. Something traumatic had to have happened for me to be so...blah. There were no voices and I noticed it looked very late out. Very very late...or very early. Either one.

I paused (difficultly, nonetheless) at the bottom of the steps and listened when I heard an eruption of voices.

"He said he loved her." The voice was deep and husky with a slight teasing tone. Emmett, no doubt. "Well, I hues Jasper sounds like a girl then. I mean, we all did see the evidence that Bella's one hundred percent female." There was a collection of groans. Everyone was there. Oh, boy.

"Bella just threw up." The voice was too high and too no-nonsense to be Rosalie. "She didn't gush about anything lustily-ish."

"Actually," it was Jasper about to contradict, "she wanted to give us all pointers on our sex lives. She said we should try role-playing."

Rosalie huffed. "Oh, sweet God. Those two are messed up!"

There was a snort before Emmett's voice came into the mix. "Well, obviously! I mean, did you not see the island."

"Whatever. They have to clean it up. There is no way I'm touching that...They should just be luck we cleaned up the glass."

My face heated up like a campfire. And then the memories started to pay across my eyes similar to bad slideshow, and I ran back up the stairs in time to bring up the rest of my empty stomach. Oh God. Everything came back to me like a rush of water. The intense amount of loaded alcohol, the sex...with Edward...

It all hurt and pinched at me. How could I let that happen? How could yet again sleep with Edward, and at the time where everyone saw? My cheeks burned harder, painfully, and I hunched over the tiles to press my cheek to the icy cold tiles to think with what little non-alcohol effected brain power I had.

Edward and I hooked up that one time at the coffee shop to heal to pain from my breakup – and now the pain sprints as I think of Jacob – and I didn't want anyone to know. It could have been kept a good and successful secret had we not gotten hugely drunk and had sex on the kitchen island, when everyone shows up to see the action. It was the worst, no doubting in that statement. It could have been so much better, so so much better. I shouldn't have had to be put through such a sudden imbalance like that after the hard breakup. Ugh, life totally sucks. Don't let people tell you otherwise.

"Bella? Bella, are you okay?" Alice's voice broke through my mental recollection.

"Hmm?" I moaned into my arm snuggling into a tight ball for protection. God, this could not be good. I heard light footsteps brush against carpet and then smack over the white tiles, capping closer and closer to my head. I recognized the footing balance as Alice's lethal dancer's step.

"Did you get sick again?" she asked, voice close to my head. "I heard you downstairs."

Groggily and painfully, I sat up slowly and she helped support my weight by grasping my shoulders. "I...yeah. I heard you guys talking about...uh, last night? About me...Edward...the glass...and I threw up thinking about it." I shook my head and winced at the pain in short through my scalp. "I'm sorry."

I heard Alice's sympathetic sigh. "Don't be sorry. I understand the effects of alcohol." It sounded like a double meaning. "But I don't understand."

Again I shook my head, more slowly and less noticeable. "I...I'll tell you later. I'm so tired."

With assistance I got up from the floor and stumbled to my bed, and Alice got me situated under the blankets and cozy. In seconds I was out again.

I was more than apprehensive to physically get up when I woke for the second time. I could actually see my clock and it read two in the afternoon. My ears couldn't register with any sounds around me, so I didn't know if anyone was in the house, but I was still so scared. Scared to have to face people, when they knew everything – Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and Alice saw it all! They knew what was under it all. And that was too frightening for words. I didn't like the idea of it.

I didn't bother to dress – I was dressed in what I must have fell asleep in; white lacy bra and underwear – before pausing in the bathroom to see if anything would be coming up. I felt nothing though the headache still thumped and pounded like a jackhammer. Slowly and unsurely I started to make my way downstairs when something caught my eye.

Sitting atop my dresser was a box of tampons that had been sitting there for awhile now. Shaking my head (still slowly) I grabbed them and started back to the bathroom. But then I froze as I really looked at them. It seemed like such a long time sense I had to use one...

I staggered on my feet.

That's because it has been a long time! My mind screamed at me. And with that I started The Count.

My period was over over a week late.

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*Gasp*. I wonder what that would mean!? At first I contemplated putting that part in, but I decided I might as well. It helped get the SHORT chapter out sooner. I want to apologize for the wait, and you may have to be very patient with me. I have three novels going and I'm so so so so sorry if I get anything mixed up: places, characters, dates, etc.

Next chapter will have a bigger elaboration on the dates and her feelings, possibly telling someone....

-Mickey.