{"id":12887,"date":"2009-12-10T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-10T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=12857"},"modified":"2009-12-10T17:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-12-10T16:00:00","slug":"my-love-is-dead-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2009\/12\/10\/my-love-is-dead-1\/","title":{"rendered":"My love is dead 1."},"content":{"rendered":"<div><strong>autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong><em>Pokra\u010dov\u00e1n\u00ed pov\u00eddky Love is dead<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"347\" alt=\"\" class=\"center\" src=\"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/wp-content\/uploads\/790e665380_57409963_o2.jpg\" \/><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Je to u\u017e rok. U\u017e rok t\u00fa\u017eim po tvojich dotykoch. No namiesto toho mus\u00edm prij\u00edma\u0165 tie jeho. Tak r\u00e1d by som povedal, \u017ee u\u017e som sa zmieril s t\u00fdm, \u017ee \u0165a u\u017e neuvid\u00edm, ale ned\u00e1 sa. Mus\u00edm na teba myslie\u0165 ka\u017ed\u00fa jednu min\u00fatu \u010di dokonca sekundu. Chcem \u0165a nen\u00e1vidie\u0165, ale nem\u00f4\u017eem. Viem, \u017ee ty u\u017e nikdy nepr\u00edde\u0161. Opustil si ma nav\u017edy. Tak ve\u013emi to bol\u00ed.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Ahoj, Billi. Vyspinkal si sa?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>Vo\u0161iel do miestnosti Marek. Unavene som na\u0148ho pozrel.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Nie\u010do som sa p\u00fdtal.&#8220; Zohol sa ku mne a zdrapol ma za vlasy. Oto\u010dil som hlavu, aby som sa na\u0148ho nemusel pozera\u0165. E\u0161te teraz si pam\u00e4t\u00e1m ten de\u0148, ke\u010f som s n\u00edm bol prv\u00fd kr\u00e1t.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>Flashback<\/div>\n<div>Prebral som sa na svetlo, ktor\u00e9 sa mi sna\u017eilo dosta\u0165 do o\u010d\u00ed cez zavret\u00e9 vie\u010dka. Slabo som za\u017emurkal.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Dobr\u00e9 r\u00e1nko.&#8220; Po\u010dul som hlas ved\u013ea seba.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Tomi?&#8220; sp\u00fdtal som sa neisto. Ved\u013ea m\u0148a som po\u010dul smiech.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Tom tu nie je, a u\u017e ani nikdy nebude, Bill. Zomrel. Chcel \u0165a zachr\u00e1ni\u0165, ale Peter ho zabil.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Nie, to nie je pravda, klame\u0161.&#8220; Do o\u010d\u00ed sa mi nahrnuli slzy. Kone\u010dne som sa pozrel na osobu, ktorej patril hlas. Bol to Marek.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Ke\u010f mysl\u00ed\u0161,&#8220; u\u0161krnul sa.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u010co- \u010do vlastne chce\u0161 odo m\u0148a?&#8220; Zneistel som. Pam\u00e4t\u00e1m si, ako ma v\u017edy vyzliekal poh\u013eadom.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Hmm.&#8220; Premeral si ma a skusol si doln\u00fa peru. &#8222;\u010co si tak tro\u0161ku u\u017ei\u0165, hmm?!&#8220;<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<div>Zamrzol som a odtiahol som sa od neho. A\u017e teraz som si uvedomil \u0161tip\u013eav\u00fa boles\u0165 na chrbte. Siahol som rukou pod tri\u010dko a nahmatal som obv\u00e4z. Pomaly som si spom\u00ednal, \u010do sa vlastne stalo. Pam\u00e4t\u00e1m si Petra, ako sa bil s Tomom, ako sa ma Tom sna\u017eil ukludni\u0165, v\u00fdstrel a Tomove pery. Viac ni\u010d. Z prem\u00fd\u0161\u013eania ma vytrhol dotyk na tv\u00e1ri. Vypla\u0161ene som pozrel na Mareka a nalepil som sa na stenu za mnou. U\u0161krnul sa a nahol sa k mojim per\u00e1m. K\u0155\u010dovito som ich zavrel. Netrvalo to v\u0161ak dlho a podarilo sa mu jazykom dosta\u0165 k tomu m\u00f4jmu. Nezav\u00e1hal som a zakusol som mu do\u0148ho. Zasy\u010dal a odtiahol sa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u0160tetka.&#8220; Zavr\u010dal a dal mi facku. Chytil som si bo\u013eav\u00e9 l\u00edce a jazykom som pre\u0161iel po perne, ktor\u00fa som si pri tej facke pok\u00fasal. Tiekla mi z nej krv a bolelo to. Spra\u017eil ma poh\u013eadom a ruky mi prudko strhol za hlavu a pritla\u010dil k stene. Bolestne som zak\u0148u\u010dal. Boles\u0165 z rany na chrbte mi vystre\u013eovala do cel\u00e9ho tela.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Myslel som, \u017ee to p\u00f4jde po dobrom, ale ke\u010f nie, tak nie.&#8220; Vytiahol z vrecka put\u00e1 a ruky mi za hlavou zacvakol k \u017eelezn\u00e9mu kruhu v stene.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u010co od m\u0148a sakra chce\u0161?&#8220; sp\u00fdtal som sa nahnevane. Marek sa len u\u0161krnul a ruku mi str\u010dil pod tri\u010dko. Nespokojne som sa zavrtel.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Ale nerob tak\u00fd cirkus. Tomovi si robil \u0161tetku st\u00e1le.&#8220; U\u0161krnul sa. Zamra\u010dil som sa.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Tom ma n\u00e1jde.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Tom je m\u0155tvy. Ke\u010f si stratil vedomie, pobil sa s Petrom a ten ho zabil,&#8220; u\u0161krnul sa. &#8222;A keby aj \u017eil, bolo by mu to jedno. Bol si len \u010das\u0165 st\u00e1vky. Nez\u00e1le\u017ealo mu na tebe. Chcel len vyhra\u0165 st\u00e1vku.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Nie, to nie je pravda, on ma \u013e\u00fabil.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Ale Bill.&#8220; Zasmial sa. &#8222;Tak pre\u010do mi dovolil, aby som sa s tebou vyspal? Pre\u010do mi ta predal za p\u00e1r ka\u010diek.&#8220; Zasmial sa. Nechcel som tomu veri\u0165.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;To nie je pravda. Neklam. Nikdy som s tebou nespal.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Sk\u00f4r by som povedal, \u017ee o tom nevie\u0161. Vtedy, ke\u010f ti Tom zaviazal o\u010di a priviazal \u0165a o poste\u013e. Spal som s tebou ja a nie on.&#8220; U\u0161krnul sa. Nie, nie, nie! Tomu never\u00edm, to nem\u00f4\u017ee by\u0165 pravda. Z o\u010d\u00ed mi tiekli slzy a sotva som chytal dych.<\/div>\n<div>koniec flashbacku<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><strong>autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong>betaread: Janule<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>autor: Sisa Pokra\u010dov\u00e1n\u00ed pov\u00eddky Love is dead Je to u\u017e rok. U\u017e rok t\u00fa\u017eim po tvojich dotykoch. No namiesto toho mus\u00edm prij\u00edma\u0165 tie jeho. 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