Stacy was surprised when Rachael started to speak. She turned her head and stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. She was confused as to why she was being so negative. Stacy would much rather be alive than dead, she couldn't understand where Rachael was coming from. Sure, they wouldn't have to deal with being on the island anymore, but at least theyd still had a chance of getting back home if they were alive. As for the people who Rachael claimed weren't coming to save them, if they had done it before then they could do it again. Stacy still had hope even if Rachael didn't. Rachael seemed to be having a mental break down, and it wasn't exactly the best timing to do so.
Something Rachael said caused Stacy to take in a sharp breath of air and stare at her wide eyed. She said Naomis name. She just told Miles that Naomi was dead. Stacy couldn't believe Rachael had just said that. She was planning to let him down gently, not in the middle of a psychotic rant.
Stacy glimpsed to the side to see Miless reaction before quickly looking back at Rachael. She didn't want him to see her face in case she gave anything away. Hopefully if Miles didn't hear her, then Stacy could play it cool and act like nothing happened. However, this obviously wasn't going to happen when Miles began to respond.
As Miles started shouting insults at Rachael, Stacy stared up at him meekly, like a dog that was getting told off. Rachael and pissed him off big time, and what was even worse was that Stacy was getting part of the blame for it too. It was like a sucker punch to the face when Miles called her crazy. On the bright side, Miles didn't seem to believe what Rachael said about Naomi. On the negative side, he was now marching out of the room. When Stacy heard the door slam, she turned back to Rachael and stared with daggers in her eyes.
You stupid girl. Stacy said through grated teeth.
Rage filled Stacy as she got up from the floor and stormed towards Rachael. She raised her hand in the air and brought it down hard across Rachaels face. The sharp sound of skin to skin contact rang in Stacys ears. Her hand stung as it hand made contact with Rachels cheek. She stood for a moment, staring down into Rachaels eyes and breathing heavily. She couldn't believe that she had just slapped Rachael. Stacy was probably just as shocked as Rachael was. But Stacy quickly brushed off this feeling and focused on the current situation.
Why did you just do that? Stacy asked hysterically. Look what you've done. Stacy gestured towards the door Miles had just walked out of. Youre lucky he didn't believe you, because god knows what he would have done then.
Taking a few steps back from Rachael, Stacy took in a large breath in order to compose herself. She pushed her hair out of the way of her face and looked towards the door, then back at Rachael. She wanted to say sorry for slapping her, but she was too angry to apologise.
Im gonna go find Miles. Stacy said emotionlessly.
Stacy walked towards the corner of the room and picked up her belongings. She then made her way out of the lounge, through the kitchen and out of the door Miles had exited through. Briefly scanning the area, Stacy saw Miles storming off in the distance. Securing her bag over her shoulder, Stacy took off after Miles.
((Stacy Ramsey continued in Routine Malaise