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The cheerleaders came outside. Delia made a beeline for Luke. He wasn’t interested in her for a change. He extricated himself from her grasp then she tried Tyson. He wasn’t remotely interested in her either. He had been sniffing around a girl in our math class. I thought I had seen her here earlier tonight.
“I’m going inside to check on Abby,” I told Tyson.
He nodded, more interested in talking to Johnny than finding his sister. I guess I understood that considering I had a mess of them myself, but I was worried about her.
I stalked into the house and looked around. Didn’t see her anywhere. Bounded up the stairs and checked out the rooms upstairs. She was nowhere.
I was getting concerned when I headed out front thinking she might be hiding outside. Abby wasn’t a party girl. This wasn’t her scene and I should have thought of that when I asked her to come with Tyson.
She wasn’t there either. I went back into the house. I headed towards the kitchen. The garage door was slightly ajar. I went in that direction although I couldn’t imagine why she would be out there.
I flipped on the light and inhaled sharply at the sight of Abby prone on the concrete floor. Her hair surrounded her head like a halo, but her face was bloody and nearly unrecognizable.
I ran to her side and knelt on the hard ground; she was breathing. I texted Johnny to bring Ty to the garage. Then I called 911 from my phone.
I explained we were at a party at my friend’s house. I found my girlfriend in the garage, beaten badly. The entire time, I held Abby’s hand afraid to touch her but afraid not to. She hadn’t made a sound. She hadn’t moved.
They kept me on the phone while they reassured me that ambulance and police were on the way. I didn’t hear what they said to me. I was focused on Abby. I whispered to her. Telling her how much I loved her.
Tyson ran into the garage and tried to shove me out of the way. I wasn’t moving. He wanted to carry her to somewhere more comfortable.
“Who is that?” The 911 operator asked.
“Her brother,” I explained.
“Don’t let him move her,” the operator declared.
“Ty,” I said grabbing his arm and stopping him from lifting Abby. “The operator said don’t move her.”
He fell to his ass beside me. He stroked her face where there was no blood. “Cal, she’s my twin,” he said as miserable as me.
“I’m going to clear the house,” Johnny said.
“No, he isn’t,” the operator replied. “The police will want to talk to everyone.”
“Johnny,” I shouted as he had made it to the door. “No one leaves until the police say so.”
“Who would do this to Abby?” Tyson asked me.
How could he even wonder?
“Delia,” I replied. “How could you not know that man?”
“You can’t blame her without evidence,” Luke defended her. I glared at him and he threw both hands in the air. I had no doubts who had done this to Abby.
Johnny was standing behind Abby’s head now. He cleared his throat. “The garage has cameras. So does the outside. The living room and great room too. Mom and Dad insisted since they leave me alone so much. They don’t want any illegal activity here. Also, Mom was freaked out by the break-in last year.”
I shook my head. I glanced up at Johnny. “If they did it…it is on camera?” I asked him. I didn’t think we could get that lucky. I thought it would be Abby’s word against Delia and the cheerleaders she hung with.
“Yeah, I think so. I can check the cameras.”
“Wait until the police get here,” I said to him. I didn’t want anything screwed up that would prevent Delia from getting what she deserved.
When they arrived, the paramedics came directly to the garage. They forced Tyson and I back. I hung up with the operator and watched them work on Abby. She was still unconscious. I knew that just couldn’t be good.
When I took a hit on the football field I was out for a minute and the trainer was concerned. Abby had been out for much longer. I ran my hand across my jaw. Who would want to hurt her besides Delia? Her crew followed her direction. My gut was twisting in knots at the thought that they had all ganged up on her.
An officer stepped into the garage, and we turned to look at him. “Boys, I need you in here. We have some questions.”
