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Twilight and all affiliated characters are the property of Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the aforementioned characters except Beth and the plot of this story (that is, should it stray from the original Twilight). This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official storyline. I am not in any way, shape, or form benefiting financially from the publishing of this story on this site and am very grateful for Mrs. Meyer's creation. Besides, if I did own Twilight, I'd be able to pay for my college tuition!

"Your grandma told me that she'd stop by to check on you around lunch, so don't worry about getting up to make anything," said the Chief of Police, idly fiddling with his car keys, their jangling loud but not disturbing to the young woman lying on the couch with her arm over her eyes. Beth barely shifted, nostrils flaring before nodding, the pain in her abdomen increasing with every passing second. Her period was something that she dreaded every month, as most women did.

As Gen in her past life, she hadn't felt such pains, and when it became increasingly obvious to Renee that what her daughter was going through, very clearly wasn't normal. It had happened when she and Bella were fourteen, and her sister had found her lying on her side, curled up in a ball, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

Charlie wished so very badly that his daughter wouldn't have to go through this. But what more could he really do?

Sensing her father's struggle, Beth peered up at him, "It's fine, dad." What a lie that was. The walls in her uterus clenched and unclenched as if to reprimand, " you can go."

Gritting her teeth, she tossed him a half-hearted smile and watched as he finally acceded and left. The sound of his cruiser instilled pure relief because finally, she was alone. Bella had left long before him in order to reach her first-class time.

With a groan of pain, she turned over to the back of the couch and hugged herself awkwardly, trying in vain to get some sleep. Sleep always helped, right?

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It must have been quarter to twelve when she woke to a light tap on one of her covered feet. She jumped slightly before the face of her grandmother came into her view. One of her eyebrows peaked down in concern,

"Come on, sleepy head," she beckoned, "It's late enough already. Time to get up." She reached over and handed her a glass of cool water, condensation just beginning to form.

"Thank you," Beth sat up, and almost immediately, two familiar blue tablets were handed to her as well. "Have you been here long, grandma?"

"Oh! Not at all." Her grandmother responded, shrugging off her bulky raincoat before placing it onto the coat rack beside the front door.

"I was thinking of making you some chicken soup for lunch?"

Beth nodded, smiling slightly. She'd never had her grandma Swan's chicken soup but based on her proficient skill and excellent food that she had the night they all went over to their house for dinner, just the thought of it was heavenly. Dozing off again, she was startled by a cupboard door shutting in the kitchen,

"Where does Charlie keep his damned Chicken Broth?" She could hear her grandmother muttering in the neighboring room.

"Gran? Check the cupboard over the sink!"

A second passed in silence, before the seventy-four-year-old lady walked back inside, already pulling for her scarf and coat, "Now, that was the first place I checked. But it's not there at all."

The 'younger' woman frowned, eyebrows cinching, "Are you sure?"

Her gran threw her an exasperated look, tugging the coat snug around her shoulders, "I'm positive. I checked everywhere Chicken broth could be. There just isn't any in this house, at all."

But Beth knew that wasn't right at all, just yesterday the twins had gone shopping to get a few groceries and the broth was most assuredly one of the things they had bought. She remembered with clarity when Bella and she had an argument about whether or not they should've gotten the broth with more or less fat. Which, by the way, Elizabeth had won. That had led to her placing the said item in the cupboard directly above the sink.

"Nevermind then," Her gran continued, pulling her long grey hair from under her scarf, "I'll be back soon. You rest up." And before the teen could get another word in, she was gone and the distant hum of the old car engine starting could be heard.

But Beth wasn't yet satisfied. She knew she put the broth away, in that exact spot. Bella wouldn't have moved it, they hadn't made any dish with broth as one of the ingredients. So why wasn't it there?

And low and behold, when Beth went to check, it wasn't there. In fact, it wasn't anywhere in the kitchen. The fucking broth seemed to have grown legs and arms and walked off on its own.

But before she could question the abnormality further, a knock on her door interrupted her musing. Bouncing over, she barely paid any heed to her appearance before opening the door and coming face to face with the one person she least expected. At best, she thought her gran had come back for something she forgot. But instead, who stood on her doorstep, looking slightly worried was Edward fucking Cullen.

'What the fuck'

Her gaze hardened, remembering his less than stellar behavior before.

"Beth," He greeted, shoulders relaxing some at the mere sight of her, "you weren't at school today."

"Clearly," she muttered sarcastically, "I just don't get why the reason is any of your concern."

"I just thought it would be necessary to see if my Biology partner was okay."

His brow furrowed, topaz eyes looking down sheepishly, and it was then that Elizabeth noted with some confusion, that he held a pile of papers in his hands.

"These are your notes and assignments from today." Beth arched one brow, did he understand that Bella also went to school with him?

"I would say thank you, but Bella would have carried them home for me as well."

"Ah." So it seemed he'd forgotten about that bit.

"So, why did you really come here?" And how did he know where she lived? But she didn't bother asking that question, she had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer anyways.

"I," he began, nostrils flaring. His eyes glanced over his shoulder then, as though hearing something she didn't. "I don't know."

Beth took a look at the clock hanging beside the front door, "And why aren't you in school?" Judging by the time, he and Bella should have had fourth period right now.

It seemed he didn't have an answer for that either. So he handed her the stack of papers he had brought with him and opened his mouth again, "I came here to apologize. I know that my behavior has not been the best these past few weeks so I thought I'd try to remedy that"

Her glare softened some, she hadn't anticipated this. She really didn't have anything to say to him either, in all honesty. He had stunned her. Instead, she took the papers, "thank you."

Upon taking this as his dismissal, Edward nodded and stepped off her porch with a small amount of hesitance, looking back at her with an indecipherable look that she wouldn't and couldn't dare try to decode. His long legs crossed the distance to his car in record time (she doubted that he even got remotely wet from the slight drizzle that had begun during his visit).

Much later, after Grandma Swan had made her an amazing soup and had left, she settled down again, the pain in her abdomen bearable but still noticeably present. She mused that perhaps the warm soup, while it tasted good, wasn't the best thing for her to have during this time. When Bella got home that afternoon, she made a point to ask her about the chicken broth and if she had moved it. But Bella was none the wiser.

"You mean it's not there?"

At her sister's responding no, her twin had gotten up to check herself, and lo and behold, walked right back into the living room holding that 15% less fat Chicken broth that somehow- both she and Gran had missed.

"What the hell?" Beth muttered and didn't bother shoving her sister away when she made to check if she had a temperature. At this point, it would make more sense that the day had been nothing more than a fever dream, what with whats-his-face showing up on their doorstep.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Bella asked.

"I don't know," Beth responded, arm wrapping around her middle. "Maybe I should just get to bed." There was no way that she had missed that.

"And you're sure that it was in the right cupboard?" She must be going insane. Maybe the pain had finally gotten to her. Or maybe the pain medication was making her all wonky.

"The one above the sink?" Bella inquired after she'd put it back right where she found it. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Yeah, I need sleep."

Isabella watched her sister with concern, following her up the stairs to her room just to ensure that she'd make it without incident. This wasn't like her sister at all. It was..odd.

After making sure that Beth was tucked up all nice and snug, Bella walked over to her window and with a bit of a struggle, pulled it shut with a slam. It was bound to be very cold that night what with the little snowfall (more like sludgefall) that the town had gotten. Beth probably wouldn't be able to handle the cold if she already wasn't feeling very well. Her sister did not want to add to that.

And poor, confused Beth could only watch in silence, mind fuddled with the events of the day- left wondering if she'd dreamed all of it.