<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Raphael Leithausser </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Geek' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/734f27ef-4950-4414-8d5e-a6e5aee4eaff_zpsf8ae4622.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Geek smiled at her. Everything looked fine. And he was sure that it would change soon. If he wasn't completely wrong. And he hoped for Freya's sake that he wasn't.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I am proud of you too. It looks like the behaviour of your mother has changed. Am I right, Freya? Can you tell me something about your mother when you felt pain or fear because of her behaviour? Please, if I am right then I need only this one story from you, Freya. And I am here to comfort you after you had that pain in your head again. Because if I am right this story will lead to another attack. But it will be the last then, Freya. I will take care that you have never to suffer again from it. Promised." </span><br/><br/>Geek took her hand and squeezed it assuringly.</div>