The Sex Doll [COMPLETED]

25: Error Of My Ways

A month later...

Monday
May 24, 2021

1:07 p.m.

Jasper Madlock

It had been a month since I'd discovered that not only had Mia murdered my daughter but that she was now five months pregnant with my son that she'd decided she wanted to name Jasper Jr. since I had nothing but daughters. I wanted so badly to kill her ass for how she'd made my baby suffer that night drowning her. My daughter was innocent in whatever game she'd been trying to play. I should've saw the signs that she'd hurt Karlee because she didn't seem attached to her. That was my fault for not protecting her hard enough and believing that Mia loved her and would never do anything to harm her. I didn't know what the hell I'd been dealing with and for a whole month after looking up her name and discovering the real her had been murdered in Vegas all I wanted to do was protect everybody else around me.

All I wanted was to make sure that my son inside of her made it here and that my daughters who adored her wouldn't be harmed. If she could harm a child that was biologically hers I could only imagine how she'd try to harm two that didn't belong to her. I'd found out that the fake name we'd made up was her real name along with the fake birthday we'd made up which was her actual birthday. I regretted making the wish I'd made back in Vegas and bringing the "sex doll" home with me two years ago because my world had changed completely and I had no choice but to play my role and pretend that I still wanted her.

My family and friends questioned me and looked at me strange for being back with her because they suspected just like I had that Karlee's death was no accident. My mother wasn't speaking to me and Jordyn has been distant with me. My father still talked to me because he knew that I needed the support but I could tell that it was hard for him not to bring up why I was with Mia after everything. I wanted to tell everybody the real reason. I wanted to tell them the full story of how I'd wished a sex doll alive that a soul of a dead woman had possessed but we were black and they would think I was fucking crazy.

I tried to seem as genuine as possible until my son was born but I was trying to figure out ways to get rid of the spirit because I knew Persia was somewhere still inside. This wasn't her and I wanted her back. A lot of my behavior contributed to what had put me in this situation and I regretted it. I was wrong for cheating and beating on her and it was a shame that it had taken me so long over a course of two years to see the error of my ways. I'd never been an abusive man or a cheater and I'd let my hate towards Dominique turn me into that man. I'd damaged a good woman and this was the outcome of it all.

I stood on the soggy sand of the beach watching as she walked around taking in the view of the water. It had rained earlier in the day but that didn't stop her from suggesting that we still go to the beach because she wanted to get out of the house.