Secrets in the Springs

Boiling Secrets

A/N:

Whoa... haven't updated this in literally almost a year, and it's still my most read story on this site. Guys I'm sorry! But don't worry cause here's a new chapter! The first chapter very closely followed the script of the show, but since I haven't seen the show in a while but remember what I was gonna do with this story, I'm just gonna kind of go with the flow, so starting here the chapters probably won't have actual dialogue/minor plot points from the show. Just FYI.

There is absolutely no way on Earth that the problem was just the pipe. I have no idea whether Ben is pretending to believe that it's the pipe just to mess with me, to make me think I'm crazy, or if he genuinely doesn't believe me and isn't willing to consider my thoughts. Neither idea sits particularly well in my still-aching head. But of course, Ben went up, Ben fixed it, Ben made sure everything's alright. Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben. That's really all that comes out of Jess's mouth anymore.

"Sooooo," Ben says, putting his arm around my shoulder a little too hard, causing me to visibly flinch a little bit (neither him nor Jess picks up on this, and if they do, they don't say anything), "How's my wife doing now that her big problem has been settled?"

My wife. He could have just said 'how are you doing' but instead he went for the possessive word choice. How very Ben of him. Her big problem. Oh, Ben. I have much bigger problems than a bursting pipe or even a haunted room. A haunted room that seems to be trying to tell me something, something important. Whether to harm me or to warn me, I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

A haunted room is trying to tell me 'I don't know.'

I make sure to give him the most subtle side glare that I can. "I don't know, Ben. I'm still not fully convinced it was a pipe." 

He didn't look pleased as he said, "Oh, come on, Sarah. You're crazy. Stop worrying about it too much. Worrying gives you wrinkles so, just, don't do it, ok? It was a pipe, a pipe that I FIXED, so you can calm yourself down."

I wish I wasn't so submissive. I wish I could retort. He lets go of me. Finally, finally. 

"Yeah, he's right, Sarah. This is a little far-fetched, even for you. Are you sure everything's okay?" Jess chimes in.

I'm both grateful for the fact that she's continually asking if I'm okay (spoiler alert: I'm not) and disgusted by the way she keeps agreeing with my husband. So very Jess of her. For some reason, this is my last straw of the day.

"Shut up, Jess," I spit.

She's in total shock, "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said," I turn around to walk away, but a firm hand on my shoulder stops me in my tracks.

"Hey," he says, "This here? What you're doing? Being distant to customers, friends, Jess, and, heck, even me. This can't still be about the pipe, and if it is, you need to stay away from the issue until you can find a way to calm down." 

 Calm down. Calm down. WELL WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO CALM DOWN!

I wish I could yell and scream and cry out everything to them and at them but I could never find myself brave enough. I have so many feelings, so many unshared thoughts about Ben's every little secret, but I have no forum, no outlet, no way of letting his true colors shine through.