{"id":6923,"date":"2012-02-20T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-20T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=6904"},"modified":"2012-02-20T14:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-20T13:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2012\/02\/20\/my-brother-autistic-11\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 11."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa
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Makus so zatajen\u00fdm dychom sledoval odraz v okne. Billova tv\u00e1r bola… bola. Bol biely ako smr\u0165 a vypadal, ako keby… nemal o\u010di, len… pr\u00e1zdne jamky.<\/p>\n

„Bill.“ Za\u0161epkal e\u0161te a so zatajen\u00fdm dychom k sebe chlapca prudko oto\u010dil. Ten sa mu ale bezvl\u00e1dne zviezol do n\u00e1ru\u010de s tv\u00e1rou ukrytou pod z\u00e1vojom vlasov. Za oknom sa ozval hlasn\u00fd \u00fader hromu a domom sa na zlomok sekundy roz\u017eiarilo bledomodr\u00e9 svetlo.<\/p>\n

„No tak. Bill.“ Jemne ho poplieskal po tv\u00e1ri, a ke\u010f chlapec napriek tomu nereagoval, opatrne ho ulo\u017eil na gau\u010d a vr\u00e1til sa do kuchyne pre nejak\u00fd alkohol. Preh\u013eadal skrinky a vytiahol f\u013ea\u0161u nie\u010doho tvrd\u00e9ho. Zamieril sp\u00e4\u0165 do ob\u00fdva\u010dky, ale domom sa roz\u013eahla op\u00e4\u0165 tma.<\/p>\n

Policajt sa nerv\u00f3zne o\u0161il a vykro\u010dil do ob\u00fdva\u010dky. Za jeho chrbtom sa ozval \u0161uchot, a ke\u010f sa oto\u010dil, uvidel be\u017eiacu postavu str\u00e1caj\u00facu sa za skrinkou.<\/div>\n

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„Oh, Markus. Mysl\u00ed\u0161 si, \u017ee ma zastav\u00ed\u0161? Ty alebo Tom? Nie. Nikdy sa v\u00e1m to nepodar\u00ed! On patr\u00ed mne. Je len m\u00f4j, v\u017edy bude! Vy zomriete! Obaja! Mne v ceste nebude zavadza\u0165 nik!“ ozval sa domom zlomyse\u013en\u00fd smiech a Markus zalapal po dychu.<\/p>\n

„Kto si?“ sk\u00fasil. Postava mu za chrbtom op\u00e4\u0165 prebehla a dom na sekundu o\u017eiarilo svetlo blesku.<\/p>\n

„Kto som? Kto som ja?!“ op\u00e4\u0165 sa rozosmial.<\/p>\n

„\u00c1no! Kto si?!“ Hlasn\u00fd treskot hromu sp\u00f4sobil, \u017ee sa Markus cukol a pustil na zem f\u013ea\u0161u, ktor\u00e1 pri dopade sp\u00f4sobila \u010fal\u0161\u00ed hluk.<\/p>\n

„To zist\u00ed\u0161, ke\u010f nastane ten prav\u00fd \u010das!“ Svetla zablikali a domom sa rozliala z\u00e1plava umel\u00e9ho svetla.<\/div>\n

Markus si in\u0161tinkt\u00edvne prekryl rukami o\u010di, a ke\u010f si jeho o\u010di kone\u010dne zvykli na svetlo, pomaly za\u017emurkal. Zalapal po dychu a zhrozene sa zad\u00edval na chlapca le\u017eiaceho v neprirodzenej polohe na zemi. \u010co to m\u00e1, kurva, znamena\u0165? Pre\u010do sa toto v\u0161etko deje? Svetla op\u00e4\u0165 zablikali a za jeho chrbtom sa ozval \u0161umot, a odprisahal by, \u017ee videl pohyb. Dvere zav\u0155zgali… zareagoval okam\u017eite. Vzal zbra\u0148 a vystrelil. Ozval sa v\u00fdkrik.<\/p>\n

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Tom be\u017eal no\u010dn\u00fdm mestom a miestami z\u00fafalo lapal po dychu. Zastal a oprel sa o pouli\u010dn\u00fa lampu. \u017diarovka nad hlavou mu praskla. Op\u00e4\u0165 sa obzrel za seba. Vietor ustal a obloha sa zatiahla. Na zem dopadli prv\u00e9 \u013eadov\u00e9 kvapky a zm\u00e1\u010dali mu zapleten\u00e9 vlasy. Na chv\u00ed\u013eu zavrel o\u010di a zviezol sa po lampe na zem. Zr\u00fdchlene d\u00fdchal. To\u010dila sa mu hlava a zle sa mu d\u00fdchalo. Pritla\u010dil si ruku na hrudn\u00edk a zaklonil hlavu. Otvoril o\u010di a zad\u00edval sa na oblohu. Plakala spolu s n\u00edm? Tak z\u00fafalo t\u00fa\u017eil, aby sa to skon\u010dilo. Aby bol op\u00e4\u0165 s jeho Billom. Sledoval tmav\u00e9 miesta, ktor\u00fdmi pre\u0161iel. Po chrbte mu behal mr\u00e1z sp\u00f4soben\u00fd nielen zimou. Op\u00e4\u0165 sa zad\u00edval na oblohu, ktor\u00fa za\u010d\u00ednali bi\u010dova\u0165 prv\u00e9 blesky. Op\u00e4\u0165 sa vy\u0161kriabal na nohy a vykro\u010dil smerom k Markusovi.<\/p>\n

Zad\u00edval sa na l\u00edsto\u010dek s adresou a prekvapene dvihol zrak, ke\u010f sa okolo neho roz\u013eahla tma. \u017diadna z pouli\u010dn\u00fdch l\u00e1mp nesvietila. Vo vreck\u00e1ch z\u00fafalo hmatal po mobile, ale ten nikde nena\u0161iel. Zanad\u00e1val a e\u0161te sa poobzeral. Nie\u010do za jeho chrbtom za\u0161u\u0161\u0165alo.<\/p>\n

„Halo?“ sk\u00fasil. Ozvalo sa dych\u010danie a praskanie. Zalapal po dychu a rozbehol sa predpokladan\u00fdm smerom. Vbehol do podchodu a sna\u017eil sa by\u0165 r\u00fdchlej\u0161\u00ed ako \u017eiarovky, praskaj\u00face za jeho chrbtom. Mal panick\u00fd strach z toho, \u017ee by sa tu ocitol v \u00faplnej tme. R\u00fdchlo vybehol do polky schodov, no pri poh\u013eade na v\u00fdchod von zastavil a podvedome o krok c\u00favol. Sledoval \u010diernu postavu tesne nad schodmi.<\/p>\n

„Halo?“ sk\u00fasil op\u00e4\u0165. „Po\u010dujete ma?“ osoba nad podchodom sa oto\u010dila na p\u00e4te a stratila sa v tme. Chlapec op\u00e4\u0165 nasucho prehltol a pomaly vy\u0161iel a\u017e hore a poobzeral sa. Po postave nebolo ani stopy. Dokonca tu fungovali pouli\u010dn\u00e9 lampy.<\/p>\n

Op\u00e4\u0165 skontroloval adresu na zdrape papiera a rozi\u0161iel sa potrebn\u00fdm smerom. Bolo to u\u017e len k\u00fasok. O p\u00e1r min\u00fat kone\u010dne uvidel dom s potrebn\u00fdm \u010d\u00edslom. E\u0161te raz sa pre istotu obzrel, k\u00fdm vo\u0161iel do dvora. Potichu otvoril dvere. Oklepal sa, ke\u010f nepr\u00edjemne za\u0161kr\u00edpali, a vk\u013azol dnu. Ozvala sa hlasn\u00e1 rana a… v\u00fdkrik.<\/p>\n

autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: J. :o)<\/p>\n

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autor: Sisa Makus so zatajen\u00fdm dychom sledoval odraz v okne. Billova tv\u00e1r bola… bola. Bol biely ako smr\u0165 a vypadal, ako keby… nemal o\u010di, len… pr\u00e1zdne jamky. „Bill.“ Za\u0161epkal e\u0161te a so zatajen\u00fdm dychom k sebe chlapca prudko oto\u010dil. Ten sa mu<\/p>\n

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