Ashley’s POV

I sent a little shock through Kyla to get her off me. She was starting to cut off my circulation. She jumps back in surprise.

"Hey!" she accuses. "What? I didn’t do anything. So, Mom are you going to say anything?" I say chipperly trying to hide the disgust buliding in my stomach. I hate that woman!

"Hi Honey! They said you were better." my mom says. She’s been keeping in touch with them! That BITCH! Not even one letter!

"Yea, I am. I don’t know what was wrong with me before." I lie as the bile churns in my stomach. I remember all the brain washing they’ve done to me. Showing me pictures of naked guys. Making me say "I’m not a witch. I like boys." over and over and over. Making me watch sex ed videos. Making me choose pictures of guys out of piles. Moon blinking. Don’t even ask about that. I’m glad none of it took. I still don’t like guys but I don’t want to be gay anymore. After everything it’s cost me, I don’t know if I can handle anything else. I know I’m a witch and I love my powers. Being here has helped me learn to control them. I still like Spencer but I’m gonna tell her I just want to be friends.

"Are you ready to go home?" my mother asks not hugging me or shaking my hand. She looks around me white room and notices my straight-jacket in the corner. Ironic huh? They put a former gay girl in a "straight" jacket.

"Yea. I’m really excited. I can’t wait to be in my own room again." I say genuinly happy.

My mom checks me out of crazyville and we put on coats and hats and scarves. Just like in Philly. We get outside and walk a long way to the car. Both Kyla and I get in the back seat. I don’t want to sit next to Mommy Dearest I might do or say something I’ll regret. We start driving and I look at the clock. It’s 2am. I glance over at Kyla and she’s drawing something. I’ve never been a good artist.

"I’m sorry." she says noticing me watching her. "What for? I haven’t seen you in whoever knows how long what could you have done?" I ask not knowing what she means.