{"id":7374,"date":"2011-11-26T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-26T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=7354"},"modified":"2011-11-26T16:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-11-26T15:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2011\/11\/26\/my-brother-autistic-7\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 7."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n
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To diev\u010da zakryt\u00e9 plachtou poznal. Bola to ona. Blond\u00ednka zo v\u010dera. Prudko oto\u010dil hlavu a stisol vie\u010dka. To sn\u00e1\u010f nebolo mo\u017en\u00e9.
„Pozn\u00e1te ju?“ sp\u00fdtal sa detekt\u00edv. Tom sa nezmohol na ni\u010d in\u00e9 ako prik\u00fdvnutie.
„Chcem \u00eds\u0165 za Billom a domov.“
„To nep\u00f4jde. Mus\u00edme sp\u00edsa\u0165 z\u00e1pisnicu. Odkia\u013e to diev\u010da pozn\u00e1te? Ako sa volala?“
„Ja neviem… neviem!“ kr\u00edkol, a\u017e sa po \u0148om p\u00e1r policajtov oto\u010dilo. „Videl som ju v\u010dera z okna. Prenasledoval ju nejak\u00fd mu\u017e, ale k\u00fdm sa som na \u0148u stihol zakri\u010da\u0165, zmizli.“ Odpovedal ticho chlapec a sk\u013e\u00fa\u010den\u00e9 sa zad\u00edval na policajne auto. „Zbl\u00e1znim sa z toho. V poslednom \u010dase sa dej\u00fa nejak\u00e9 divne veci. Ja… m\u00f4j brat… mysleli by ste si, \u017ee som sa zbl\u00e1znil.“<\/p>\n

„Viete, Tom. Mo\u017eno, by potreboval \u0161peci\u00e1lnu starostlivos\u0165, ktor\u00fa mu vy nem\u00f4\u017eete da\u0165.“
„\u010co t\u00fdm chcete poveda\u0165?“ zavr\u010dal chlapec a vy\u010d\u00edtavo sa zad\u00edval na policajta.
„Tom, pochopte to. Takto zni\u010d\u00edte aj seba. Ubli\u017eujete si. Ak sa nie\u010do stane v\u00e1m, \u010do bude s va\u0161im bratom? Bolo by to lep\u0161ie pre v\u00e1s oboch.“<\/div>\n

Chlapec na chv\u00ed\u013eu zav\u00e1hal. Mo\u017eno, mo\u017eno m\u00e1 skuto\u010dne pravdu. Mo\u017eno bude Billovi skuto\u010dne lep\u0161ie, ale \u010do ak nie? \u010co ak mu tam ubl\u00ed\u017eia, tak ako kedysi on?
„Nie! Ned\u00e1m ho do \u017eiadneho hl\u00fapeho \u00fastavu! Zavezte n\u00e1s domov! Hne\u010f!“ op\u00e4\u0165 kr\u00edkol po detekt\u00edvovi.
„Mus\u00edte \u00eds\u0165 so mnou na stanicu, aby sme sp\u00edsali z\u00e1pisnicu. Potom m\u00f4\u017eete \u00eds\u0165 s bratom domov, ale v najbli\u017e\u0161ej dobe nesmiete opusti\u0165 mesto.“ Odpovedal mu ticho Fischer a vzal ho do auta k Billovi. Chlapec sa k star\u0161iemu dvoj\u010da\u0165u okam\u017eite prit\u00falil a ticho zavrel o\u010di.<\/div>\n
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Tomov poh\u013ead smeroval z okna niekam ve\u013emi \u010faleko. Nevn\u00edmal cestu, len nemo sledoval krajinu a ticho rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eal. Do tela sa mu zakr\u00e1dal strach. St\u00e1le viac a viac. To, \u010do sa v poslednej dobe dialo… Nevedel si to vysvetli\u0165 a zo d\u0148a na de\u0148 sa viac desil nasleduj\u00faceho r\u00e1na. \u010co sa e\u0161te m\u00e1 sta\u0165.<\/p>\n

Auto zastavilo pred policajnou stanicou a on bol n\u00faten\u00fd vyst\u00fapi\u0165. O\u0161il sa. St\u00e1le mal na sebe len py\u017eamov\u00e9 nohavice a tenk\u00fa mikinu, ktor\u00fa si n\u00e1sledne aj tak hne\u010f vyzliekol a navliekol ju na Billa, ktor\u00fd bol taktie\u017e st\u00e1le len v py\u017eamku. Vzal ho na ruky a zamieril do vn\u00fatra stanice.
Dr\u017eali ich tam takmer do ve\u010dera. Bill u\u017e d\u00e1vno spal na policajnom gau\u010di ne\u010faleko Toma a ten za\u0165ato sledoval svoju k\u00e1vu v umelohmotnom kel\u00edmku, ktor\u00fa neust\u00e1le mie\u0161al a vytv\u00e1ral tak pre neho ve\u013emi zauj\u00edmav\u00fd v\u00edr.<\/p>\n

„P\u00e1n Kaulitz.“ Sk\u00fasil to znova Fischer. „Tom.“
Chlapec k nemu zdvihol utr\u00e1pen\u00fd poh\u013ead. „Nechajte n\u00e1s u\u017e \u00eds\u0165.“ Zavrtel vy\u010derpane hlavou a zad\u00edval sa prosebne na policajta.
„Tom. Viete, \u017ee to nejde. Potrebujeme va\u0161u v\u00fdpove\u010f.“ Chlapec sa znova o\u0161il a nakoniec teda prik\u00fdvol.<\/div>\n

„Tak\u017ee, odkia\u013e ju pozn\u00e1\u0161.“ Mark systematicky pre\u0161iel na tykanie. Vykanie u\u017e nemalo v\u00fdznam. „\u010co sa tam stalo? M\u00f4\u017ee\u0161 mi veri\u0165.“
Tom prudko vyd\u00fdchol a zlomene sa na neho zad\u00edval. „Videl som ju. Z okna. Chcel som na \u0148u zakri\u010da\u0165, ale ke\u010f som sa znova pozrel, bola aj s t\u00fdm mu\u017eom pre\u010d.“
„Kde pre\u010d? S ak\u00fdm mu\u017eom?“
„Sledoval ju mu\u017e. Nebola s n\u00edm. On… akoby ju chcel… prepadn\u00fa\u0165.“
„Volal si pol\u00edciu?“
„Nie! Neverili by mi a potom… to s Billom.“ Zlo\u017eil hlavu do dlan\u00ed. Mal na kraj\u00ed\u010dku. Hlava mu i\u0161la praskn\u00fa\u0165. Bol unaven\u00fd a vy\u0161\u0165aven\u00fd. Potreboval si odd\u00fdchnu\u0165. Tak z\u00fafalo.<\/p>\n

„\u010co sa stalo s Billom?“
„Ja… po\u010dul som rozb\u00edja\u0165 sa okno a… on tam nebol. H\u013eadal som ho, ale… nemohol som ho n\u00e1js\u0165, a\u017e… potom pri v\u00e1s.“<\/div>\n

Policajt s\u00facitne prik\u00fdvol a zad\u00edval sa na kolegov. „Nechajte n\u00e1s.“ Zaprosil, a ke\u010f sa za n\u00edm zavreli dvere, chytil mlad\u00e9ho mu\u017ea za bradu a don\u00fatil ho d\u00edva\u0165 sa mu do o\u010d\u00ed.
„Sme tu sami. Prisah\u00e1m, \u017ee sa pok\u00fasim veri\u0165 v\u00e1… ti. Veri\u0165 ti.“
Chlapec sprudka vyd\u00fdchol. Zad\u00edval sa na brata.<\/div>\n
„Za\u010dalo to ve\u013emi d\u00e1vno. Boli sme e\u0161te deti…“<\/p>\n

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

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

autor: Sisa To diev\u010da zakryt\u00e9 plachtou poznal. Bola to ona. Blond\u00ednka zo v\u010dera. Prudko oto\u010dil hlavu a stisol vie\u010dka. To sn\u00e1\u010f nebolo mo\u017en\u00e9.„Pozn\u00e1te ju?“ sp\u00fdtal sa detekt\u00edv. Tom sa nezmohol na ni\u010d in\u00e9 ako prik\u00fdvnutie.„Chcem \u00eds\u0165 za Billom a domov.“„To nep\u00f4jde. Mus\u00edme<\/p>\n

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