{"id":20411,"date":"2008-03-02T22:35:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-02T21:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=20369"},"modified":"2008-03-02T22:35:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-02T21:35:00","slug":"neslyset-ticho-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/03\/02\/neslyset-ticho-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Nesly\u0161et ticho 1."},"content":{"rendered":"
Lich\u00e9 d\u00edly – Hate
Sud\u00e9 d\u00edly – Schwarz<\/em><\/p>\n

1. Nikdy nic nev\u00edm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tom sed\u011bl v pr\u00e1zdn\u00e9 m\u00edstnosti a melancholicky vyfukoval krou\u017eky \u0161ed\u00e9ho \u0161tiplav\u00e9ho d\u00fdmu. Kl\u00ed\u017eily se mu o\u010di a dohas\u00ednaj\u00edc\u00ed cigaretu dr\u017eel mezi prsty u\u017e jenom \u010dist\u011b mechanicky, nevn\u00edmal ji. A nevn\u00edmal ani to, \u017ee se pomali\u010dku otev\u0159ely dve\u0159e a do kuchyn\u011b nakoukla \u010dern\u00e1 st\u0159apat\u00e1 hlava.<\/p>\n

Bill se p\u0159ekvapen\u011b zasekl na prahu a zamrkal. Odka\u0161lal si.<\/p><\/div>\n

„Tome, vst\u00e1vej.“<\/p>\n

Nic. Bratr zvedl ruku a pot\u00e1hl nikotin, ne\u0161\u0165astn\u011b vydechl. Co se d\u011bje? Co se stalo? A jak to, \u017ee o ni\u010dem nev\u00ed? P\u0159e\u0161l\u00e1pl na m\u00edst\u011b.<\/p><\/div>\n

„No tak, br\u00e1\u0161ko, vst\u00e1vej!“<\/p>\n

Dreda\u0159 se zavrt\u011bl, aby na\u0161el pohodln\u011bj\u0161\u00ed polohu a pevn\u011bji stiskl o\u010di. Nevid\u011bl ho? Nebo ho necht\u011bl vid\u011bt? Bill pomalu ve\u0161el do kuchyn\u011b a ti\u0161e za sebou zav\u0159el dve\u0159e. Pohledem p\u0159ejel hodiny, kter\u00e9 ukazovaly p\u016fl druh\u00e9 v noci, a pochopil, pro\u010d ho jeho dvoj\u010de p\u0159eslechlo. Pousm\u00e1l se a na p\u0159ehr\u00e1va\u010di zm\u00e1\u010dkl tla\u010d\u00edtko Off<\/em>.<\/div>\n

„Co se stalo?“ vymr\u0161til se Tom, \u017ee starostliv\u011b se tv\u00e1\u0159\u00edc\u00edho Billa skoro porazil, a cigareta, kterou neudr\u017eel, vylet\u011bla a obloukem p\u0159ist\u00e1la v odpadkov\u00e9m ko\u0161i.<\/div>\n
„Aspo\u0148 jsem ti usnadnil pr\u00e1ci,“ u\u0161kl\u00edbl se Bill a znovu bratra posadil. „Sp\u00ed\u0161, co tu d\u011bl\u00e1\u0161 ty? M\u011bl jsem strach…“
M\u011bl jsi pro\u010d, pomyslel si kytarista, ale nahlas ne\u0159ekl nic. Bylo to zbyte\u010dn\u00e9, bratr jeho probl\u00e9my s holkama stejn\u011b nepochop\u00ed. Nem\u00e1 cenu mu cokoliv vysv\u011btlovat, stejn\u011b ho odbude t\u00edm sam\u00fdm – v\u00fd\u010ditkami, \u017ee nem\u00e1 b\u00fdt takov\u00fd d\u011bvka\u0159 a p\u0159em\u00fd\u0161let, jak se c\u00edt\u00ed i ony. Ale copak to jde? Kdy\u017e je nech\u00e1pe, nem\u00e1 je r\u00e1d?<\/div>\n
„Tak \u0159ekne\u0161 mi, co se stalo? Nebo jsi v depce u\u017e jenom ze zvyku?“ vyjel na n\u011bj Bill a zavrt\u011bl hlavou. Mrzel ho Tom\u016fv stav, hrozn\u011b ho litoval, ale bez jeho pomoci s t\u00edm nic d\u011blat nemohl. A Tom mu v posledn\u00ed dob\u011b nikdy nic ne\u0159ekne\u2026<\/div>\n
„No tak, co se d\u011bje?“ dodal u\u017e trochu sm\u00ed\u0159liv\u011bji a p\u0159it\u00e1hl si k n\u011bmu stoli\u010dku. „V\u0161ak v\u00ed\u0161, \u017ee mn\u011b m\u016f\u017ee\u0161 pov\u011bd\u011bt v\u0161echno, \u00fapln\u011b v\u0161echno, br\u00e1\u0161ko…“ za\u0161eptal a smutn\u011b se pousm\u00e1l. Tom ml\u010del, ani nedal najevo, \u017ee poslouch\u00e1. Jenom se znovu zavrt\u011bl na \u017eidli a sv\u011bsil hlavu.<\/div>\n
„Pros\u00edm, boj\u00edm se o tebe, copak to nech\u00e1pe\u0161? U\u017e t\u00fddny jenom sed\u00ed\u0161 a kouk\u00e1\u0161 do blba, s nik\u00fdm nemluv\u00ed\u0161, na skupinu jsi snad zapomn\u011bl… J\u00e1 to tak nechci!“<\/div>\n
„Ale v\u017edy\u0165 j\u00e1 taky ne!“ vyjelo z jeho dvoj\u010dete, a\u017e s\u00e1m podivil, kde se to v n\u011bm vzalo. „J\u00e1 nev\u00edm, co m\u00e1m d\u011blat, br\u00e1\u0161ko. A nechci s t\u00edm zat\u011b\u017eovat je\u0161t\u011b tebe, pochop to!“ p\u0159ece mu to nem\u016f\u017eu jen tak \u0159\u00edct. Nem\u016f\u017eu jen tak mezi \u0159e\u010d\u00ed prohodit, \u017ee jsem asi na kluky… To nejde…<\/p>\n

A Bill si povzdechl. Pokolik\u00e1t\u00e9 u\u017e dnes? S\u00e1m to nev\u011bd\u011bl. A rad\u0161i ani necht\u011bl. Tom\u016fv probl\u00e9m ho tr\u00e1pil \u00fapln\u011b stejn\u011b, ne-li v\u00edc, jako kdyby byl jeho vlastn\u00ed, ub\u00edjel ho pohled na bratr\u016fv umu\u010den\u00fd v\u00fdraz, kter\u00fd ne a ne zmizet. Jsou p\u0159ece dvoj\u010data, m\u011bli by si rozum\u011bt… Tak pro\u010d ho v\u016fbec nech\u00e1pe? Pro\u010d snad poprv\u00e9 v \u017eivot\u011b nev\u00ed, co d\u011blat? Je to nef\u00e9r…<\/p><\/div>\n

„Pro\u010d mi to nem\u016f\u017ee\u0161 prozradit? Co d\u011bl\u00e1m \u0161patn\u011b, jak to, \u017ee u\u017e mi nev\u011b\u0159\u00ed\u0161?“ byl to zoufal\u00fd posledn\u00ed pokus, ne\u0161\u0165astn\u00e9mu chlapci bylo jasn\u00e9, \u017ee mu nic v\u00edc ne\u0159ekne.<\/p>\n

„V\u011b\u0159\u00edm ti, br\u00e1\u0161ko. Ale jsou v\u011bci, kter\u00e9 by nem\u011blo v\u011bd\u011bt ani vlastn\u00ed dvoj\u010de.“ dreda\u0159 se opatrn\u011b zvedl a prot\u00e1hl ztuhl\u00e9 kon\u010detiny (A\/N: Tu ne, Schwarz!-Tsss, co si to o mn\u011b mysl\u00ed\u0161? :D).<\/em><\/div>\n

„Jdu si lehnout,“ z\u00edvl a m\u00e1vl br\u00e1\u0161kovi na dobrou noc. „Hezky se vyspi.“<\/p>\n

„I ty, Tome, i ty…“ broukl Bill a odebral se taky do postele. Jenom se cestou je\u0161t\u011b zastavil p\u0159ed dve\u0159mi bratrovy lo\u017enice a teprve kdy\u017e nesly\u0161el nic, co by prozradilo alespo\u0148 o tro\u0161ku v\u00edc, zhasnul na chodb\u011b sv\u011btlo a vplul k sob\u011b. I p\u0159es to, \u017ee byl utahan\u00fd jak kot\u011b, sednul si za st\u016fl a rukama si podlo\u017eil hlavu.<\/p>\n

Tom le\u017eel v posteli a po jemn\u00e9 tv\u00e1\u0159i mu ti\u0161e st\u00e9kaly slzy. Zbyst\u0159il, kdy\u017e na chodb\u011b usly\u0161el kroky. Zastavily se u jeho dve\u0159\u00ed. Co te\u010f? Bude d\u011blat, \u017ee sp\u00ed, dal\u0161\u00ed bolav\u00e9 ot\u00e1zky u\u017e by nevydr\u017eel, nesnesl…
Na\u0161t\u011bst\u00ed Bill vycouval a ode\u0161el do sv\u00e9ho pokoje. Tom se zarazil, kdy\u017e zjistil, \u017ee je mu to l\u00edto. Co? Je mu to l\u00edto? Pro\u010d? U\u017e se s\u00e1m v sob\u011b nevyznal. Bylo mu hrozn\u011b, kdy\u017e byl Bill nabl\u00edzku a staral se o n\u011bj. Bylo mu hrozn\u011b, kdy\u017e byl Bill pry\u010d. A bylo mu hrozn\u011b, kdy\u017e se o n\u011bj Bill staral, ale ned\u00e1val mu to najevo. Bylo mu hrozn\u011b po\u0159\u00e1d. Vztekle zabo\u0159il hlavu do pol\u0161t\u00e1\u0159e a odkopnul pe\u0159inu.<\/div>\n

„Kurva, pro\u010d j\u00e1?“ Zaklel tlumen\u011b, aby ho br\u00e1cha, kter\u00fd m\u00e1 i tak dost probl\u00e9m\u016f, nesly\u0161el. A on ho bohu\u017eel (anebo sp\u00ed\u0161 bohud\u00edk?) opravdu nesly\u0161el. Usnul a\u017e k r\u00e1nu, s nohama pod bradou a \u00fapln\u011b promo\u010den\u00fdm pol\u0161t\u00e1\u0159em.<\/p>\n

Zp\u011bv\u00e1k se zad\u00edval se do st\u011bny, ale nevid\u011bl ji. Jak by mohl, kdy\u017e p\u0159em\u00fd\u0161lel nad sv\u00fdm br\u00e1\u0161kou, nad sv\u00fdm dvoj\u010detem, bez kter\u00e9ho nikdy nemohl \u017e\u00edt? A jak by taky mohl myslet na n\u011bco jin\u00e9ho, kdy\u017e \u010dlov\u011bk, kter\u00fd mu byl nejbli\u017e\u0161\u00ed na sv\u011bt\u011b, m\u011bl probl\u00e9m, a o\u010dividn\u011b ho s\u00e1m nemohl vy\u0159e\u0161it? P\u0159em\u00fd\u0161lel, zava\u0159oval mozkov\u00e9 z\u00e1vity, rozbolela ho hlava, ale kdy\u017e \u0161el brzy k r\u00e1nu kone\u010dn\u011b sp\u00e1t, nep\u0159i\u0161el na nic, co by alespo\u0148 trochu mohlo vysv\u011btlit Tom\u016fv sou\u010dasn\u00fd stav.<\/p>\n

autor: Hate<\/strong>, Schwarz<\/strong>
betaread: Kajess<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lich\u00e9 d\u00edly – HateSud\u00e9 d\u00edly – Schwarz 1. Nikdy nic nev\u00edm Tom sed\u011bl v pr\u00e1zdn\u00e9 m\u00edstnosti a melancholicky vyfukoval krou\u017eky \u0161ed\u00e9ho \u0161tiplav\u00e9ho d\u00fdmu. Kl\u00ed\u017eily se mu o\u010di a dohas\u00ednaj\u00edc\u00ed cigaretu dr\u017eel mezi prsty u\u017e jenom \u010dist\u011b mechanicky, nevn\u00edmal ji. A nevn\u00edmal ani<\/p>\n

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