Unfortunate Events: An SVU Fanfiction (The Sequel)

Grandpa

Two weeks later: 

Jean Louise's funeral:

Monique's POV:

We walk into the church. There are not many people there which isn't a surprise at all because my mother didn't have many friends. I was never a churchgoer. Matter of fact. I hated Christianity. I thought it was bullshit. I was more of a spiritual kind of person. My daughter sits next to Melinda. She's wearing a black blouse, black pencil skirt and her hair is pulled back. She looked more dressed for work than at her mother's funeral. I mean she does have to go to work after this I don't blame her. In the middle of her and Fin sat my 6-year-old niece. She looks so confused as to what happened. She has tears coming down her face. The service starts and Olivia puts her arm around me. Of course, we are in a church and the ten other people that are in the room are holy rollers. We get dirty looks as if we just killed God himself. Carolynn who is right next to me puts her head on my shoulder. 

The service Is an hour in and just about to end. We all turn our heads to the back of the church where the doors are located. A loud or shall I say an extremely loud woman walks in. 

"I'm glad that sister of mine is dead. Praise be to God."

I roll my eyes and mumble under my breath.

"Aunt Dee."

Melinda who is painted confused looks at me with a disappointed look. You see I was not supposed to invite Aunt Dee. She and mama hated each other. Back when they were little my mother seemed to get all the attention. It was to a point where my grandparents chose my mother to go to college and left her sister out to do family work. Aunt Dee is quite the fashionista. She was not dressed for the occasion. She was in white not black. Which is expected since she hated my mother. She sits down and starts fanning herself with a church fan. Minutes pass and the funeral is over. We head out back where we would do the burial. We all stand around throwing flowers in the 6-foot grave. I cry even more than before. I think I'm coming to a realization of what happened. We all go our separate ways. Olivia and Fin to SVU, Carolynn and Sade to school, Melinda to the morgue, and I to VICE.

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Melinda's POV:

I arrive to work later than usual. I'm greeted by ass-kissing interns. Who just want to learn from me. One hands me a cup of coffee another a manila folder full of useful information. When I'm sad, work is the only way I will be distracted. I may not have the happiest job. But I'm doing what I love, speaking for the dead. I look at the body that just arrived this morning. A young African- American woman. About 5'6 and 130 pounds. I gently lift her arm examining it. While collecting dirt under her fingernails I notice a tattoo. I pick up the camera and take a photo of it.

The workday ends and I head to the elementary school to pick up my daughter. I call my husband on the way there.

"Hello, Fin."

"Hey, baby how's it going? How was work?"

"I mean I talked to dead people all day. But it was good."

He lets out a chuckle. 

"You're picking up Sade today or do you want me to do it?

"I'm already on it baby."

We both laugh.

"Okay, Fin I don't want to get a ticket so I'll see you when you get home."

He blows a kiss through the phone and we both hang up. I park my car in the school lot. Since I am the second to last parent I have to walk in. I walk into the school. It has colorful walls. Doors that read first grade, second grade, and such on them. I make it to the lounge room where they keep the kids until their parents pick them up. She wasn't there. I don't get too worried. Before I could react to anything, a faculty member says something.

"Oh, Mrs. Tutuola."

I turn around and ignore the fact she startled me. 

"Hey, miss. I came to pick up Sade."

She looks at me with a confused look.

"She was already picked up."

"By who? My sister, her aunt?"

"No by this man. Perhaps her father."

"My husband is still at work I just talked to him."

I start to get terrified. I tense up and start to shake. If my husband didn't pick her up nor did her aunts. Not even her god aunt Taylor. Then who did?

"Ma'am, are you alright? I just got a message she was picked up by her grandfather. She should be fine."

I look into the teacher's eyes and say.

"No, she's in danger."