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I turned on my heel when I saw Abby’s head bounce off the concrete for the third time. Her face bloodied by Delia’s persistent pounding. Romero caught me at the door.
“I let you come in here. Now you sit down and stay here,” he warned me.
He shoved me into a chair. I felt Tyson’s hand on my shoulder. Holding on barely like I was. He however couldn’t take his eyes off the screen.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Romero said.
Tyson and I glanced up to see what Officer Romero and Johnny were seeing on the screen.
The girls were standing over Abby beaten and bloody. They were laughing at her. “Back the image up Johnny,” he told him.
He looked closer at the screen. “Stop right there. Name every one of those girls standing by and watching that one beat Abigail. Start with her, the one throwing the punches.”
“Delia Art,” Johnny told Officer Romero. Then he proceeded to name six other cheerleaders who were her friends. They stood by and watched her do it. I couldn’t wait to see how funny they thought it was when they were cuffed and taken out of Johnny’s house.
“Romero.” We all turned towards the door. An officer I didn’t know was there, looking at us. “Got anything?”
“Oh yeah, I got them.” He nodded his head.
He headed around the desk. The three of us followed him. What happened next, I could never have imagined. Abby was already on the way to the hospital. Tyson and I were torn between heading out and watching Delia get cuffed. Officer Romero and Henson made it easy they weren’t ready to let anyone leave yet.
Romero asked Johnny to point out every girl on the digital recording. Four of the six cheerleaders now sat on the sofa with Delia looking guilty as hell now that the officer had seen them on the recording.
“Cuff all four of the girls on the sofa. Read them their rights,” Officer Romero told the officer who had approached us in Johnny’s dad’s office. Officer Henson stepped forward to help him.
“Girls stand up and turn around with your hands on your heads,” the officer told them.
Not one of them moved. “Why? We’ve done nothing wrong,” Delia replied, her expression stony.
Romero shook his head. “Delia, you’re under arrest for the assault of Abigail Gardener.”
She snorted at him.
“Get up,” he said. “Turn around and put your hands on your head.”
The other girls were looking at Delia like she was going to protect them from the officers taking them away. Robert Henson started reading them their Miranda Rights.
“I’m going to wait outside,” Aiden told me. This scene was too much of a reminder of his dad getting arrested. I could see his discomfort. I patted his shoulder before he walked away.
The girls continued to ignore him.
I didn’t know where the other two girls had disappeared to, but it wouldn’t be hard to find them. If they left, I assumed these guys would pick them up eventually. I just wanted to see Delia taken away. Then I was going to suggest that Tyson and I head to the hospital if Officer Romero would allow it.
Officer Romero reached for Delia. She screamed and started kicking at him. “Resisting arrest is not going to help your cause,” he said dodging feet and hands.
“I want my parents,” she screamed.
“Oh man, this is bad,” Johnny said to me.
“Do you feel bad for her?” I asked shooting him a look.
“Hell no, man. I feel bad for Officer Romero. I know how violent she can get when pissed,” he replied. “Remember I broke up with her.”
I shook my head and turned back to the scene taking place. One of the girls had stood and put her hands on her head. Cathy Hite had decided it was better to not resist and make things harder than go peacefully. Her make-up was running down her face with the tears that were flowing down her cheeks in a steady stream.
The officer I didn’t know led her to one standing at the door while Romero continued to subdue a screaming Delia. Her skirt was riding up on her. She wasn’t crying. She was pissed.
“Henson get these kids out of here,” Romero shouted.
