{"id":5060,"date":"2013-05-04T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-04T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=5045"},"modified":"2013-05-04T17:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-05-04T16:00:00","slug":"and-the-winner-is-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2013\/05\/04\/and-the-winner-is-25\/","title":{"rendered":"And the winner is… 25."},"content":{"rendered":"
\u010d\u00edst cel\u00e9:<\/strong> http:\/\/bit.ly\/105hLdP<\/a><\/div>\n
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statistika:<\/strong> http:\/\/bit.ly\/105hLdP+<\/a><\/div>\n
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autor: Iveth Biersack
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Tak dal\u0161\u00ed d\u00edlek na sv\u011bt\u011b \ud83d\ude42 Mo\u017en\u00e1 n\u011bkomu p\u0159ijde d\u011bj usp\u011bchan\u00fd, ale ono se to zase srovn\u00e1, jen jsem to cht\u011bla nacpat v\u00edc do sebe \ud83d\ude42 konec je je\u0161t\u011b v nedohlednu, jeliko\u017e m\u011b pov\u00eddka bav\u00ed \ud83d\ude42 Tak se m\u016f\u017eete t\u011b\u0161it je\u0161t\u011b na hodn\u011b v\u011bc\u00ed!:) Tak si u\u017eijte d\u00edlek!<\/em><\/div>\n

Va\u0161e Iveth~<\/em><\/div>\n
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Tik\u00e1n\u00ed hodin oznamovalo pomalu ub\u00edhaj\u00edc\u00ed vte\u0159iny, kter\u00e9 plynuly d\u00e1l a d\u00e1l.<\/p>\n

„A-ahoj,“ ozval se jako prvn\u00ed Bill a c\u00edtil, jak se mu o\u010di zal\u00e9vaj\u00ed slzami. Nev\u011bd\u011bl, co m\u00e1 d\u011blat. Ale c\u00edtil po\u0159\u00e1d zklam\u00e1n\u00ed a bolest v srdci. Nikdy mu nezapomene to, co mu ud\u011blal. Byl to sice u\u017e rok, ale po\u0159\u00e1d to byl kr\u00e1tk\u00fd \u010dasov\u00fd \u00fasek na to, aby se dalo zapomenout na n\u011bco takov\u00e9ho.<\/div>\n

„Jak se m\u00e1\u0161?“ sna\u017eil se Tom o norm\u00e1ln\u00ed t\u00f3n hlasu, ale neda\u0159ilo se mu to. Vznesl se mu do nepoznan\u00fdch v\u00fd\u0161in, a\u017e se ani pomalu nepozn\u00e1val. Pro\u010d je tak rozklepan\u00fd kv\u016fli jedn\u00e9 nerozv\u00e1\u017en\u00e9 l\u00e1sce. Byl na rozcest\u00ed. Nev\u011bd\u011bl, co si po\u010d\u00edt, stejn\u011b jako \u010dernovl\u00e1sek.<\/p>\n

„Jak se m\u00e1m?! Jak se m\u00e1m?! Jak bych se asi m\u011bl m\u00edt?!“ vyjel na n\u011bj Bill a rozhodil rukama. Jeho mysl zaplavila nen\u00e1vist a zloba, kter\u00e1 m\u011bla \u010das se od toho dne nahromadit. A \u017ee j\u00ed nebylo m\u00e1lo. „Tome, to snad nemysl\u00ed\u0161 v\u00e1\u017en\u011b! Jenom tak se tu zjev\u00ed\u0161 skoro u dve\u0159\u00ed a pt\u00e1\u0161 se, jak se m\u00e1m?! Asi si ze\u0161\u00edlel, ne?!“ k\u0159i\u010del na n\u011bj a z o\u010d\u00ed se mu linuly slzy jedna za druhou. Kdyby aspo\u0148 ten bastard tu\u0161il, jak on se kv\u016fli n\u011bmu natr\u00e1pil za ten rok. Tolik probd\u011bl\u00fdch noc\u00ed u telefonu, jestli se mu t\u0159eba neozve. Tajn\u00e9 sny a tu\u017eby m\u00e1me ka\u017ed\u00fd a Bill to nevzd\u00e1val. A\u017e pak v posledn\u00edch m\u011bs\u00edc\u00edch mu do\u0161lo, \u017ee to asi nem\u00e1 smysl.<\/div>\n

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„Po\u010dkej pros\u00edm,“ ozval se hned Tom zoufale, kdy\u017e vid\u011bl, \u017ee se Bill m\u00e1 k odchodu. P\u0159esko\u010dil nevelkou branku a zabr\u00e1nil Billovi v zav\u0159en\u00ed dve\u0159\u00ed. „Dej mi \u0161anci! J\u00e1 ud\u011bl\u00e1m v\u00e1\u017en\u011b cokoliv aby… aby to bylo zase aspo\u0148 na zlomek jako d\u0159\u00edv,“ vzal \u010dernovl\u00e1ska za ruku a ten na n\u011bj jenom zoufale koukal. T\u011bkal pohledem z rukou na n\u011bj a zp\u00e1tky. Up\u00edral pohled snad v\u0161ude kolem, jenom ne do t\u011bch jeho \u010dokol\u00e1dov\u00fdch o\u010d\u00ed. Do t\u011bch o\u010d\u00ed, kter\u00e9 ho uchv\u00e1tily na cel\u00fd \u017eivot. Nikdy se u\u017e nezbav\u00ed toho pocitu, \u017ee k n\u011bmu c\u00edt\u00ed prost\u011b n\u011bco v\u00edc, ne\u017e by si te\u010f p\u0159\u00e1l. Jedin\u00e9, co cht\u011bl, tak potla\u010dit to a za\u010d\u00edt c\u00edtit nen\u00e1vist a opovr\u017een\u00ed. To jedin\u00e9 by v\u00e1\u017en\u011b cht\u011bl. Ale ne\u0161lo to. Z hloubi srdce prost\u011b v\u011bd\u011bl, \u017ee to nejde. A nep\u016fjde.<\/p>\n

„Tome, j\u00e1… omlouv\u00e1m se, to-to nejde,“ vysmekl se mu rukou a zabouchl dve\u0159e, na\u010de\u017e se svezl po nich na zem. Bylo mu \u0161\u00edlen\u011b. Srdce mu tlouklo na poplach, \u017ee skoro vysko\u010dilo z hrudi, a my\u0161lenek by se nedopo\u010d\u00edtal. Jenom sed\u011bl na dla\u017edic\u00edch a z\u00edral do prot\u011bj\u0161\u00ed st\u011bny. Co to m\u011blo znamenat? Chce snad, aby se vr\u00e1til k n\u011bmu? Aby znovu ubl\u00ed\u017eil Sand\u0159e? Ne. To p\u0159ece nemohl dopustit. Ne znovu. A kdo by mu zaru\u010dil, \u017ee i jemu to neud\u011bl\u00e1 znova? Mo\u017en\u00e1 ne hned, ale za n\u011bjakou dobu by ho stejn\u011b zase omrzel a poslal by ho do h\u00e1je. A jak by k tomu p\u0159i\u0161el mal\u00fd Danny. Pot\u0159ebuje t\u00e1tu. To Bill byl sobec, \u017ee si Toma cht\u011bl urvat jenom pro sebe, a nav\u00edc rozvr\u00e1til rodinu. Jak sice Tom s\u00e1m \u0159\u00edkal, cht\u011bl se nechat rozv\u00e9st u\u017e d\u0159\u00edv, ale nedalo mu to. Pot\u0159eboval jenom d\u016fvod, a t\u00edm se stal pozd\u011bji Bill.<\/p>\n

„Ud\u011bl\u00e1m cokoliv bude\u0161 cht\u00edt a… jen tak se m\u011b nezbav\u00ed\u0161, Billi,“ za\u0161eptal Tom, kter\u00fd po\u0159\u00e1d st\u00e1l za dve\u0159mi a zlomen\u011b ode\u0161el. Nasedl do auta a odjel dom\u016f. Celou cestu p\u0159em\u00fd\u0161lel, jak si ho z\u00edskat zp\u00e1tky. Ale napadala ho jenom sam\u00e1 kli\u0161\u00e9.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Druh\u00fd den se Billovi nic necht\u011blo. Aspo\u0148 r\u00e1no ne. Celou noc skoro nespal a jenom z\u00edral do stropu, nebo na n\u011bjak\u00fd film. Bylo mu \u0161patn\u011b a necht\u011bl se moc h\u00fdbat. Cht\u011bl zbytek \u017eivota str\u00e1vit v posteli jenom s notebookem, litry redbullu a chipsy, kter\u00fdmi ho z\u00e1soboval Andreas. Ten jedin\u00fd mohl vkro\u010dit do jeho pokoje. Nikoho jin\u00e9ho vid\u011bt necht\u011bl. Ani Simone ne, a tu to moc tr\u00e1pilo. To ale nebyla u\u017e Billova starost. Moment\u00e1ln\u011b mu to bylo v\u00e1\u017en\u011b ukraden\u00e9. Stejn\u011b vsadil cokoliv, \u017ee Andy stejn\u011b Simone v\u0161echno \u0159ekl.<\/p>\n

U Toma to bylo podobn\u011b. Sice si hr\u00e1l s Dannym, ale jinak byl my\u0161lenkami jinde. Nevn\u00edmal, co ten mal\u00fd potv\u016frka \u017evatl\u00e1. Sandra si toho samoz\u0159ejm\u011b v\u0161imla a bylo j\u00ed z toho na nic. Sice byla r\u00e1da, \u017ee se j\u00ed vr\u00e1til, \u017ee ho m\u00e1 doma… ale k \u010demu j\u00ed bylo, \u017ee ho m\u00e1 na o\u010d\u00edch, kdy\u017e s n\u00ed skoro nekomunikoval? Ani s mal\u00fdm? To by tu s n\u00edm rad\u0161i byla sama a nem\u011bla dal\u0161\u00ed jin\u00e9 starosti. Kdy\u017e dova\u0159ila ob\u011bd, \u010dapla Toma a vrazila mu do ruky vizitku na vyhl\u00e1\u0161en\u00e9 kv\u011btin\u00e1\u0159stv\u00ed ve m\u011bst\u011b.<\/p>\n

„Nem\u016f\u017eu se na tebe u\u017e d\u00edvat. Okam\u017eit\u011b b\u011b\u017e n\u011bco koupit a je\u010f za n\u00edm. Usmi\u0159te se a… bu\u010fte spolu \u0161\u0165astn\u00ed. O Dannyho nep\u0159ijde\u0161, nemus\u00ed\u0161 se b\u00e1t,“ dodala s \u00fasm\u011bvem, kdy\u017e vid\u011bla, jak se nadechuje, \u017ee bude protestovat. Dala mu pusu na tv\u00e1\u0159 a \u0161la nandat j\u00eddlo.<\/p>\n

Tom na n\u00ed z\u00edral jako na svat\u00fd obr\u00e1zek. \u010cekal by snad v\u0161echno, jenom ne to, \u017ee mu te\u010f u\u017e jeho b\u00fdval\u00e1 \u017eena bude radit, jak z\u00edskat sv\u00e9ho klu\u010di\u010d\u00edho p\u0159\u00edtele zp\u011bt. Najedli se v klidu a Tom se pak sebral, \u017ee p\u016fjde. Na\u0161el ono kv\u011btin\u00e1\u0159stv\u00ed a vybral Billovy nejobl\u00edben\u011bj\u0161\u00ed r\u016f\u017ee. Krvav\u011b rud\u00e9 s velk\u00fdmi, n\u00e1dhern\u00fdmi kv\u011bty. Napsal vzkaz na malou cedulku a nechal mu to poslat dom\u016f.<\/div>\n

Bill se zrovna sna\u017eil zabavit mezi p\u0159ich\u00e1zej\u00edc\u00ed rodinkou, kdy\u017e se ozval zvonek. Ne\u0159e\u0161il to. Myslel, \u017ee je to zas Tom. Pak ale p\u0159ib\u011bhla Simone, \u017ee je to pro n\u011bj. Po ot\u00e1zce, jestli je to Tom, jenom zavrt\u011bla hlavou a \u0161la mezi ostatn\u00ed. Bill se tedy sebral a \u0161el ke dve\u0159\u00edm. Jak\u00e9 bylo jeho p\u0159ekvapen\u00ed, kdy\u017e tam st\u00e1l jenom posl\u00ed\u010dek s obrovskou kytic\u00ed r\u016f\u017e\u00ed. Podepsal mu pap\u00edr a \u0161el hned do sv\u00e9ho pokoje. Dal je do v\u00e1zy a p\u0159ekvapen\u011b na n\u011b koukal. Pak na\u0161el cedulku.<\/p>\n

„V\u00edm, \u017ee to, co jsem ud\u011blal, byla nejv\u011bt\u0161\u00ed chyba v m\u00e9m \u017eivot\u011b. Ale chci to n\u011bjak od\u010dinit a z\u00edskat t\u011b zp\u011bt. Miluji t\u011b, Tv\u016fj Tom.“<\/em><\/p>\n

P\u0159e\u010detl to n\u011bkolikr\u00e1t. Po\u0159\u00e1d m\u011bl pocit, \u017ee se mu to zd\u00e1. Ale byla to realita. Spustilo se mu n\u011bkolik slz po tv\u00e1\u0159\u00edch do ztracena. M\u011bl te\u010f chu\u0165 mu aspo\u0148 napsat smsku jako pod\u011bkov\u00e1n\u00ed. Ale nakonec se ovl\u00e1dl. Nechal kytky kytkami a u\u017e s lep\u0161\u00ed n\u00e1ladou \u0161el za Andym.<\/div>\n

Blon\u010f\u00e1k si hned v\u0161iml, \u017ee je s n\u00edm n\u011bco jinak. Proto kdy\u017e si vedle n\u011bj p\u0159isedl, hned na n\u011bj k\u00fdvnul a se zv\u011bdav\u00fdm pohledem vy\u010dk\u00e1val, co mu \u0159ekne.<\/p>\n

„Chce m\u011b zp\u00e1tky,“ povzdechl si Bill a zalo\u017eil si ruce v kl\u00edn\u011b. Andy na n\u011bj po pr\u00e1vu p\u0159ekvapen\u011b z\u00edral s otev\u0159enou pusou.<\/div>\n

„Jako fakt? Po tom v\u0161em co ti ud\u011blal?“ nech\u00e1pal to.<\/div>\n
„Douf\u00e1m, \u017ee o tom neuva\u017euje\u0161, Bille,“ zamra\u010dil se Andy a sjel ho pohledem. V jeho o\u010d\u00edch ale zase vid\u011bl ten zn\u00e1m\u00fd n\u00e1boj, kter\u00fd vid\u011bl tenkr\u00e1t v sout\u011b\u017ei snad naposledy. V\u011bd\u011bl, \u017ee Bill m\u00e1 r\u00e1d v\u00fdzvy, ale doufal, \u017ee mu rozum nedovol\u00ed sko\u010dit s n\u00edm do postele hned po jednom pug\u00e9tu r\u016f\u017e\u00ed. Vid\u011bl ho, jak s t\u00edm ut\u00edk\u00e1 do lo\u017enice.<\/div>\n
„J\u00e1 nev\u00edm, br\u00e1\u0161ko,“ povzdychl si \u010dernovl\u00e1sek a promnul si obli\u010dej.<\/div>\n
„Kdy\u017e on v\u010dera vypadal, \u017ee to mysl\u00ed up\u0159\u00edmn\u011b,“ zad\u00edval se Andymu do o\u010d\u00ed. Ten jenom pokr\u010dil rameny a nic ne\u0159\u00edkal. Co by taky m\u011bl.<\/div>\n
„Mus\u00ed\u0161 tomu d\u00e1t \u010das, zlato… a\u0165 se v\u00edc sna\u017e\u00ed. Po tom, co ti ud\u011blal, si mysl\u00edm, \u017ee by se o tebe m\u011bl v\u00edc sna\u017eit, ne\u017e mu padne\u0161 kolem krku,“ pousm\u00e1l se a popl\u00e1cal ho po rameni.<\/div>\n
„J\u00e1 v\u00edm, j\u00e1 v\u00edm… byl to od n\u011bj podraz. Nem\u00e1m v pl\u00e1nu mu padnout kolem krku,“ p\u0159ik\u00fdvl Bill s lehk\u00fdm \u00fasm\u011bvem na tv\u00e1\u0159i, ale v hlav\u011b se mu prom\u00edtalo n\u011bco zcela jin\u00e9ho.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Tom \u010dekal odpov\u011b\u010f. T\u0159eba jenom pouh\u00e9 d\u011bkuji. Nebo n\u011bco podobn\u00e9ho. Nep\u0159i\u0161lo v\u0161ak ani p\u00edsmenko. Tu\u0161il to. Bude muset p\u0159itvrdit. A to dost. Zvedl se a do\u0161el si do sv\u00e9 obl\u00edben\u00e9 restaurace na j\u00eddlo. Dal si ale nakonec jenom sal\u00e1t, kter\u00fd si d\u00e1val Bill, kdy\u017e tu spolu byli. Povzdechl si a jenom se v tom p\u0159ehraboval. Nemohl si pomoct, ale j\u00edmala ho nostalgie. N\u011bjak to do sebe nacpal a vym\u00fd\u0161lel dal\u0161\u00ed pl\u00e1n. Napadala ho jedna \u0161\u00edlenost v\u011bt\u0161\u00ed ne\u017e ta druh\u00e1.<\/p>\n

autor: Iveth Biersack<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: J. :o)<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u010d\u00edst cel\u00e9: http:\/\/bit.ly\/105hLdP statistika: http:\/\/bit.ly\/105hLdP+ autor: Iveth Biersack Tak dal\u0161\u00ed d\u00edlek na sv\u011bt\u011b \ud83d\ude42 Mo\u017en\u00e1 n\u011bkomu p\u0159ijde d\u011bj usp\u011bchan\u00fd, ale ono se to zase srovn\u00e1, jen jsem to cht\u011bla nacpat v\u00edc do sebe \ud83d\ude42 konec je je\u0161t\u011b v nedohlednu, jeliko\u017e m\u011b pov\u00eddka<\/p>\n

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