{"id":6984,"date":"2012-02-08T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-08T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=6965"},"modified":"2012-02-08T15:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-08T14:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2012\/02\/08\/my-brother-autistic-10\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 10."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Markus sedel za stolom a zamyslene listoval v policajnej spr\u00e1ve. Vyd\u00fdchol. Dvihol poh\u013ead a zad\u00edval sa na chlapca spiaceho na gau\u010di.<\/p>\n

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Vbehol do domu okam\u017eite po Tomovi, ale do vn\u00fatra sa nedostal… preto sa vr\u00e1til k autu a vysiela\u010dkou okam\u017eite zohnal posily a hasi\u010dov. Tie min\u00faty, k\u00fdm pri\u0161li, mu pripadali ako hodiny. Nerv\u00f3zne prech\u00e1dzal okolo auta a z\u00fafalo sledoval dom. Tom to pre\u017eije. Ur\u010dite to zvl\u00e1dne… mus\u00ed. Pre Billa. U\u017e o nie\u010do spokojnej\u0161ie vyd\u00fdchol, ke\u010f sa k\u00fasok od neho rozozneli sir\u00e9ny a hasi\u010di dorazili po p\u00e1r sekund\u00e1ch. Okam\u017eite sa ujali hasenia. Bolo \u0161okuj\u00face, ako \u013eahko to i\u0161lo. Akoby sa dom hasil s\u00e1m. Nerv\u00f3zne post\u00e1val pri dver\u00e1ch. Sanitka dorazila pr\u00e1ve v momente, ke\u010f Toma vyniesli z domu. Bol zjavne v bezvedom\u00ed.<\/em><\/div>\n

Ke\u010f sa mu sanitka stratila z doh\u013eadu, e\u0161te raz sa sk\u00famavo zad\u00edval na dom, a potom na chlapca spiaceho v jeho aute. Vyd\u00fdchol, nast\u00fapil a odviezol si ho domov.<\/p>\n

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Ticho chlapca sledoval. Bola u\u017e neskor\u00e1 noc. Pomaly vstal a pre\u0161iel k nemu. Bude lep\u0161ie, ke\u010f si p\u00f4jdu \u013eahn\u00fa\u0165. Vzal ho na ruky a odniesol do svojej postele. Poriadne ho zakryl a on s\u00e1m sa usadil v kresle v rohu izby. Bol skuto\u010dne unaven\u00fd. Zajtra chcel \u00eds\u0165 za Tomom. E\u0161te musel n\u00e1js\u0165 niekoho, kto postr\u00e1\u017ei chlapca. Zaspal takmer okam\u017eite.<\/p>\n

Zobudil sa okolo tretej v noci. Bola mu zima. Skuto\u010dne ve\u013ek\u00e1 zima. Pretrel si o\u010di a pomaly vstal. Okno bolo zavret\u00e9. Nech\u00e1pavo nakr\u010dil obo\u010die a pomaly pre\u0161iel k posteli, aby chlapca zakryl, ale zarazil sa v strede pohybu. Nebol tam. Bola pr\u00e1zdna. Okam\u017eite prebehol ku dver\u00e1m.<\/p>\n

„Bill?“ kr\u00edkol. Ni\u010d. Sk\u00fasil to znova ale bez \u00faspechu. Nakoniec zbehol ticho schody.
„Bill?“ sk\u00fasil znova. Z kuchyne sa ozval buchot. Markus neisto zamrkal a pomaly vo\u0161iel dnu. „Bill?!“ sk\u00fasil do tretice.
„Bill.“ Vyd\u00fdchol, ke\u010f ho uvidel st\u00e1\u0165 chrbtom k nemu opret\u00e9ho o kuchynsk\u00fa linku. Trel si pa\u017ee. Bola tu zima. Tak kurevsk\u00e1! \u010c\u00edm bol k nemu bli\u017e\u0161ie, t\u00fdm v\u00e4\u010d\u0161ia.
„Bill? Po\u010duje\u0161 ma?“ Chlapec ale ost\u00e1val bez pohybu. V\u0161ade naokolo bolo neuverite\u013en\u00e9 a nezvy\u010dajn\u00e9 ticho.<\/p>\n

Markusa sa na okamih zmocnil strach.
„Bill po\u010duje\u0161 ma? No tak. Odpovedz mi… pros\u00edm.“ Spravil nemu p\u00e1r krokov a chytil ho za rameno, aby ho oto\u010dil k sebe. Ozvala sa hlu\u010dn\u00e1 rana, krajinu za oknom o\u017eiaril blesk. V skle sa objavil odraz chlapcovej tv\u00e1re a policajt prudko odsko\u010dil.
To nem\u00f4\u017ee by\u0165 skuto\u010dn\u00e9!<\/p>\n

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Tom vstal pomaly z postele a natiahol sa po vetrovke prehodenej cez stoli\u010dku. Musel \u00eds\u0165 za Billom. Musel! Nie\u010do sa dialo, a on sa o\u0148ho b\u00e1l. Ve\u013emi sa b\u00e1l. Obul si botasky le\u017eiace ved\u013ea postele, a vykukol z izby, aby skontroloval situ\u00e1ciu. Nikde nikto nebol, a tak potichu vybehol na tmav\u00fa chodbu. Rozbehol sa ku dver\u00e1m, na ktor\u00fdch jasne svietil n\u00e1pis Exit. Prudko ich otvoril. Bolo to po\u017eiarne schodisko. Bol rozhodnut\u00fd zbehn\u00fa\u0165 schody \u010do najr\u00fdchlej\u0161ie, aby sa dostal k Billovi, no bol sotva v polke, ke\u010f \u017eiarovka nad schodiskom praskla a tie sa ponorili do \u00faplnej tmy.<\/p>\n

Chlapec nasucho prehltol a na sekundu zastavil. Stisol pevnej\u0161ie z\u00e1p\u00e4stie a znova sa pomocou neho rozbehol dolu. Ke\u010f sa po p\u00e1r min\u00fatach dostal von obklopil ho hust\u00fd d\u00e1\u017e\u010f. Vyd\u00fdchol a viac sa zabalil do bundy. Rozbehol sa k policajnej stanici. Ulice boli prekvapivo pr\u00e1zdne. Prebehol parkom a zarazil sa, ke\u010f sa mu za chrbtom ozvalo zapraskanie. Oto\u010dil sa a prekvapene zamrkal. Za jeho chrbtom bola \u00fapln\u00e1 tma. \u017diadna z pouli\u010dn\u00fdch l\u00e1mp nesvietila. \u010co to malo znamena\u0165?<\/p>\n

R\u00fdchlej\u0161ie sa rozbehol k policajnej stanici. Bol to u\u017e len k\u00fasok. Op\u00e4\u0165 sa oto\u010dil, ke\u010f st\u00e1l tesne pred dverami. Zad\u00edval sa do parku. Odprisahal by, \u017ee nie\u010do videl. Len prudko zavrtel hlavou a vbehol dnu.<\/p>\n

„Hal\u00f3.“ Sk\u00fasil ale bez \u00faspechu. Nikde nebolo ani \u017eivej du\u0161e… alebo?
„Je tu niekto?“ sk\u00fasil op\u00e4\u0165. Dvere pred n\u00edm sa pomaly otvorili a on sa dostal do Markusovej kancel\u00e1rie. Okam\u017eite za\u010dal prehrab\u00e1va\u0165 z\u00e1suvky. Po necelej pol hodine na\u0161iel, \u010do potreboval. Op\u00e4\u0165 sk\u00fasil vyto\u010di\u0165 Markusov\u00e9 \u010d\u00edslo, no tento kr\u00e1t sa neozvalo ani zvonenie, len nepr\u00edjemne \u0161umenie a z\u00e1kern\u00fd smiech. Treskol telef\u00f3nom a rozbehol sa op\u00e4\u0165 von…<\/p>\n

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

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

autor: Sisa Markus sedel za stolom a zamyslene listoval v policajnej spr\u00e1ve. Vyd\u00fdchol. Dvihol poh\u013ead a zad\u00edval sa na chlapca spiaceho na gau\u010di. *** Vbehol do domu okam\u017eite po Tomovi, ale do vn\u00fatra sa nedostal… preto sa vr\u00e1til k autu a vysiela\u010dkou<\/p>\n

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