{"id":7356,"date":"2011-11-29T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-29T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=7336"},"modified":"2011-11-29T14:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-11-29T13:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2011\/11\/29\/my-brother-autistic-8\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 8."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

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*Flashback*<\/div>\n
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Mal\u00fd \u010diernovlas\u00fd chlapec sedel na hojda\u010dke a jemne hojdal nohami. \u010cokol\u00e1dov\u00fdmi o\u010dkami ticho sk\u00famal mraky na oblohe a sp\u00e1jal si ich do r\u00f4znych tvarov.
„Ahoj.“ Usmial sa rovnako star\u00fd dredat\u00fd chlapec a sadol si na ved\u013eaj\u0161iu hojda\u010dku. \u010ciernovl\u00e1sok na neho len uprel tich\u00fd poh\u013ead a \u010falej sa venoval oblakom.
To sa Tom ale u\u017e nahneval a vstal. Zalo\u017eil ruky. „Na \u010do mi je tak\u00fdto brat? V\u00f4bec si ma nev\u0161\u00edma\u0161! Nechcem \u0165a!“ kr\u00edkol po Billovi a chystal sa na odchod, ke\u010f ho zarazil \u013eadov\u00fd slab\u00fd stisk okolo z\u00e1p\u00e4stia. Prekvapene sa zad\u00edval na brata.
Chlapec na neho upieral poh\u013ead. Stiahol packu k sebe a vstal. Tom o krok in\u0161tinkt\u00edvne c\u00favol a sklopil hlavu pod Billov\u00fdm spa\u013euj\u00facim poh\u013eadom. Ke\u010f k nemu brat natiahol ruku, oto\u010dil sa a vbehol sp\u00e4\u0165 do domu.<\/p>\n

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*Koniec Flashbacku*<\/div>\n
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Tom sa posadil na policajn\u00fd st\u00f4l…
„U\u017e vtedy bol divn\u00fd. Nespr\u00e1val sa ako skuto\u010dn\u00fd autista. Vn\u00edmal. Vn\u00edmal m\u0148a. C\u00edtil som jeho sk\u00famav\u00fd poh\u013ead prepa\u013euj\u00faci m\u00f4j chrb\u00e1t.“ Vyd\u00fdchol a zap\u00e1lil si pon\u00fakan\u00fa cigaretu.
„Ale to nie je mo\u017en\u00e9. Je predsa autista, nie?“ Chlapec len sklesnuto vyd\u00fdchol.
„To povedali lek\u00e1ri ale… s\u00e1m vid\u00edte.“
„Tom… kde s\u00fa va\u0161i rodi\u010dia?“ Sk\u00fasil ticho detekt\u00edv a pozorne mlad\u00edka sledoval. Spozornel, ke\u010f k nemu zdvihol poh\u013ead.
„Oni. Zomreli. Mali autonehodu, ke\u010f i\u0161li s Billom do nemocnice. Mali sme 10.“
„A Billovi sa ni\u010d nestalo?“
„Nemal ani \u0161krabanec.“ Za\u0161epkal.
„A \u010do bolo potom?“
„Boli sme u star\u00fdch rodi\u010dov, a ke\u010f zomreli, vr\u00e1til som sa aj s n\u00edm do rodi\u010dovsk\u00e9ho domu.“ Mark ticho prik\u00fdvol.<\/div>\n
„\u010co chce\u0161 robi\u0165 \u010falej?“
„Ja neviem… naozaj neviem. M\u00e1m ho tak stra\u0161ne r\u00e1d. Tak kurevsky moc, ale… ja… boj\u00edm sa ho. Boj\u00edm sa toho, \u010do sa deje. Najsk\u00f4r to v tej nemocnici, potom to v kuchyni a teraz toto.“
„\u010co sa stalo v kuchyni.“
„Vracali sme sa zo stanice…“<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Bola hlbok\u00e1 noc, ke\u010f ho zo sp\u00e1nku vyru\u0161il smiech. Strhol sa a prudko posadil. Zapol svetlo a zalapal po dychu, ke\u010f zistil, \u017ee poste\u013e je pr\u00e1zdna. Vysko\u010dil na nohy a be\u017eal po zvuku. Na schodoch na pr\u00edzemie zneistel. Dostal strach. Ten smiech…
Poznal hlas. Patril Billovi, ale ten smiech, to nebol jeho roztomil\u00fd chichot, bolo to…. Zvl\u00e1\u0161tne. Ve\u013emi zvl\u00e1\u0161tne. Stra\u0161ideln\u00e9. Nasucho prehltol a zbehol schody. Preh\u013eadal v\u0161etky izby, no boli pr\u00e1zdne, a tak sa rozhodol \u00eds\u0165 po zvuku. Zamieril do kuchyne a ostal nemo st\u00e1\u0165 medzi dverami. Bill st\u00e1l pred oknom a h\u013eadel mu priamo do o\u010d\u00ed. Nesmial sa, ale smiech sa oz\u00fdval aj na\u010falej. Zo stien, z podlahy, zo stropu. Trhal mu bubienky. Musel si pritisn\u00fa\u0165 dlane na u\u0161i. Bolo to tak neuverite\u013ene intenz\u00edvne. Stisol vie\u010dka a za\u0165al zuby.
„Dos\u0165!“ skr\u00edkol a jeho hlas sa odr\u00e1\u017eal od stien, a\u017e k\u00fdm \u00faplne nest\u00edchol.
\u017diarovka zablikala a praskla. Dom sa ponoril do tmy…<\/p>\n

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*Koniec flashbacku*<\/div>\n
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Markus ho ticho sledoval a pok\u00fa\u0161al sa n\u00e1js\u0165 slov\u00e1.
„Netr\u00e1p sa. Na to nie je \u010do poveda\u0165.“ Zarazil ho Tom a vstal. „M\u00f4\u017ee\u0161 n\u00e1s hodi\u0165 domov? E\u0161te sme ni\u010d nejedli a je neskoro.“
„Samozrejme,“ prik\u00fdvol detekt\u00edv a vzal ich k autu. Boli na ceste u\u017e asi desa\u0165 min\u00fat, ke\u010f oto\u010dil hlavu k Tomovi. „Kde vlastne pracuje\u0161?“
„Nepracujem. Rodi\u010dia n\u00e1m nechali na \u00fa\u010dte nejak\u00e9 peniaze. Sna\u017e\u00edm sa n\u00e1s z toho u\u017eivi\u0165. Navy\u0161e m\u00e1m to… opatrovate\u013esk\u00e9, alebo \u010do to je. Ide to \u0165a\u017eko, ale ide,“ vyd\u00fdchol chlapec.
Detekt\u00edv len s\u00facitne prik\u00fdvol. „Mo\u017eno by som ti mohol n\u00e1js\u0165 nie\u010do u n\u00e1s.“
„Nie… nem\u00f4\u017eem ho necha\u0165 sam\u00e9ho.“ Pozrel na spiace klbko na zadnej seda\u010dke.
„Mohol by by\u0165 s tebou.“ Sk\u00fasil znova Markus.
„V tom pr\u00edpade by som ti bol ve\u013emi v\u010fa\u010dn\u00fd.“ Mark sa usmial a zastavil pred domom.
Tom t\u00fdm smerom oto\u010dil hlavu a dych sa mu zastavil.<\/p>\n

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

betaread: Janule<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Sisa *Flashback* Mal\u00fd \u010diernovlas\u00fd chlapec sedel na hojda\u010dke a jemne hojdal nohami. \u010cokol\u00e1dov\u00fdmi o\u010dkami ticho sk\u00famal mraky na oblohe a sp\u00e1jal si ich do r\u00f4znych tvarov.„Ahoj.“ Usmial sa rovnako star\u00fd dredat\u00fd chlapec a sadol si na ved\u013eaj\u0161iu hojda\u010dku. \u010ciernovl\u00e1sok na neho<\/p>\n

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