7 Chapter 6: The Death of Mrs. Goldbloom

8 years ago, around 9 pm, Mrs Goldbloom slowed down her Honda Civic at a scarcely occupied intersection after finishing an important business meeting that would secure millions for the company she worked at. It was a gruelling process, but one she was proud of since it would ensure her a major promotion of being the "Head Manager" of one of the business's branches.

"Mommy, when are you coming home?" A nine-year-old John Goldbloom spoke on the phone. "Dad's food tastes like… garbage."

"Haha! Come on now… it can't be that bad… right?" Mary-Ann Goldbloom, John's mother, giggled whilst listening to the phone. 

"Ugh, yuck! The egg is watery… and raw. Plus, the beans smell weird." John scorned the food with disgust and nausea. "I don't think Dad knows how to cook eggs. Or whatever this… "Matto" food thing is."

"Raw eggs are a cuisine in Japan!" Mr Goldbloom's voice rang into the phone from across the dinner table. "And it's called "Natto", not "Matto"."

The traffic light turned green and Mary slowly strolled the car out onto the intersection whilst still focused on her phone call.

"Well, guess what Johnny?" Mary asked. 

"What? Is it food? Please say it's food." John pleaded with hope. 

"I bought pizza! Stuffed crust pizza, pepperoni and cheese with cheese sticks" Mary answered.

"Really! Really!" John became full of excitement and anticipation. "When are you coming home? I'm starving."

"Hehe! I'll be there soon." Mary smiled to herself at John's excitement. 

"Love you, Mommy!" John spoke lovingly with a cheerful smile.

"Mommy loves you too. Muah! Muah! Muah!" She made kissing noises over the phone with her eyes off the road.

Further up along the perpendicular intersection from Mary, a red Ferrari was flying down the road with a drunk and high couple in the front seat. The car, blazing 50 over the 70-speed limit was being piloted by a drunk 19-year-old white male from an upper-class family while his 16-year-old girlfriend was seated next to him with a vape pen in her mouth and the seat leaned back.

"Cole! Cole!" The girlfriend called out, slapping Cole's arm to get his attention. 

"Tha fuck you want Emmy! Can't you see I'm driving?" Cole turned a half-empty Hennessy bottle down his throat. "You want us to fucking crash and die bitch?"

"Oh please!" Emmy pulled her seat up. "Shut the fuck up and give me the Henny before you finish it like last time."

Cole turned the bottle to his head again and drank until Emmy quickly snatched the bottle from his hand. 

"It's nearly finished. You fucking piss me off all the time, greedy asshole!" Emmy turned what was left in the bottle down her throat. 

"Hahaha! Let's Fucking Go Bitches!!! Daddy's Gonna Burn Rubber!!!" Cole screamed out loud, Henny oozing off his breath. "Emmy, show your tits out the sunroof! Let the world see them fucking huge milk jugs!"

"Fucking bet!" Emmy pulled off her T-shirt, exposing her huge, naked, pale-skinned breasts.

Cole slammed his foot on the gas pedal, pushing the Ferrari 90 over the 70-speed limit. Emmy threw the empty bottle out the window, unbuckled the seat belt then stood on the seat to stick her upper torso out the sunroof. Emmy's long brown hair flew in the wind as she held up her breasts to the open. 

"Is this what you want?" She pinched her nipples. "Tough luck bitches! They're mine! All fucking mine!" 

Emmy started sucking her nipples while the breeze played with her hair and the moonlight printed itself onto her pale skin. In the heat of the moment, Cole stuffed his fingers down Emmy's tights and into her underwear until his fingers touched her box. He went to work, inserting and rubbing his fingers inside her box until he started feeling wetness, causing Emmy's legs to squirm as she continued to suck her nipples.

"Emmy, get down!" Cole aggressively tapped her calves to get her attention.

"Why the fuck did you stop?! I was starting to feel good." Emmy sat back in her seat.

"Blow me, now!" Cole dropped his pants to his ankles. "You made me like this so deal with it."

Tsk! That's why I'm fucking cheating on you with your stepbrother because of shit like this." Emmy thought to herself as she got to work on his erection. 

After a minute of slurping, licking, sucking and gagging, Cole was close to his climax and grabbed Emmy by the head with one arm, shoving her face against his crotch. She tugged at his hand but it was to no avail. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Cole's head slowly jerked backwards in pleasure as he released himself. 

His eyes were off the road, gazing at the ceiling in his state of euphoria while approaching 160 down an intersection with his lane's traffic light changed to red.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Pwoot!" 

Emmy held her head out the window coughing and spitting Cole's spunk onto the road.

"The hell's wrong with you! *Cough* Don't fucking do that!"

"Oh please! Stop bitching– Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"SCREECH!!! SLAM!!! CRASH!!!"

A speeding Ferrari going 160 speeds smashed into a Honda Civic in the middle of the intersection. Unfortunately for John, immediately after his Mom's kisses, the next sounds that came through the phone were the dreadful sound of brakes slammed and a loud, sudden collision noise that caused the call to abruptly cut off. 

Instantly, a sprint of panic and dread shot into the father and son who were enjoying themselves seconds before. They dashed to Mr Goldbloom's truck in denial and worry. 

In John's head were several thoughts yelling with a spiral effect of negativity. 

"It's fine. It's fine. Everything's fine. No need to worry. It's all okay." 

But then… the pessimism started seeping in. 

"What was that loud sound? Why isn't Mommy answering her phone? Why's Dad driving so fast? Where are we going? Is Mommy okay?"

Just then, Mr Goldbloom slammed the brakes to stop at a slightly crowded traffic light. The screeching noise from the truck's breaks sounded similar to the one over the phone. Through this, John started to piece together that another vehicle must have hit his Mother's car. Then came the thoughts of fear and anxiety.

"I'm scared. I'm scared! Is Mommy gonna die? I don't want Mommy to die. Please, God! Don't let Mommy die, please." John fought back his tears with sweat perfuming onto his forehead.

"Don't worry kiddo, everything's gonna be okay. Trust Daddy. "Mr Goldbloom put his hand on John's head with words meant to comfort him despite their frailty and pretence. "No tears, okay?"

Hearing his father's much-needed support, John wiped away the tears from his eyes and felt a little better, but still fearing the worst yet hoping for the best. 

Arriving at the scene, the evidence of shattered car glass spread across the intersection reflected the bright lights of the ambulance and police under the night sky. Yellow police tape separated the gathering crowd from the blood and wreckage. The driver's side of the Honda Civic was crushed and knocked metres across the road whilst the Ferrari flipped and rolled off the road. 

Mr Goldbloom told John to stay in the truck while rushing towards the scene but was stopped by a slim police lady.

"Sir, please stand behind the yellow tape." The officer held up her palm. 

"My wife, I need to see her." Mr Goldbloom pleaded, pushing forward. "Please, I'm begging you. Let me through."

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't pass." The officer braced back Mr Goldbloom from stepping any further. 

The stretcher lifted the crash victims into the back of an ambulance one after the other. Noticing his wife's body, he pushed himself even further onto the crash scene. The officer lady pushed against Mr Goldbloom with all her strength. But it was as useless as a squirrel pushing a lion. He palmed her face, shoving her out the way, causing her to drop to the ground. He dashed to the ambulance doors but they closed before he could get in.

"Ann! Ann! Can you hear me?!" Mr Goldbloom shouted to his dying wife, banging the side of his fists on the door. "Let me in! She's my wife!"

"Sir! Step back from the ambulance. Now!" The officer pulled out her taser. 

She was completely ignored and instead Mr Goldbloom ran in front of the ambulance to get their attention. 

"Last chance!!! Step the fuck back!!!" The officer demanded aiming her taser.

Once more she was ignored and the ambulance rang the sirens, ready to start driving but was blocked by the crazed Mr Goldbloom.

"Your fault bitch!!!" The officer slammed the trigger. "Taser!!! Taser!!! Taser!!!"

"Argh!!! You bitc– Ahhhhh!!!" He bellowed in distress. 

The volts rushed through his body, rendering him to his knees in pain. Through this, the ambulance was able to speed off to the nearest hospital. Seeing the ambulance drive away, leaving him behind made him angry and he tried to stand up but was met with another taser shot by another officer. Double taser volts were coursing into his body and despite his struggle, he felt his body slowly passing out. But… the sight of seeing his wife bleeding out and dying alone on the stretcher, as well as the ambulance going further and further away from him, sent a… different type of electricity through him. 

Suddenly, under the night sky, his sclera went jet black, his iris golden and yellow veins stretched from his eyes across his face. A rush of strength overcame him and the taser felt less and less immobilising. He slowly stood to his feet, scaring the officers who were still shocking him with two tasers. Another three officers ran over to help subdue the situation. 

"Zap!!! Zap!!! Zap!!!"

Another three tasers slapped him but they were of no visible use. 

He turned around to glare at them. But what the officers and people gathered saw was a gold eyed monster that could withstand five tasers. Shifting his focus, he darted to his truck and immediately slammed the gas pedal to chase down the ambulance. John noticed his fathers yellow veins but was surprised by the speed and ferocity of his fathers driving to ask. 

Speeding to the nearest hospital Mr Goldbloom saw them rolling the stretchers into the hospital and jumped out of the truck without properly parking in front of the building. John saw his dying mother bleeding and an oxygen mask over her face. Without stuttering, he got out of the truck and followed behind his dashing father into the hospital. 

"Hey! That's my wife!" Mr Goldbloom zoomed down the hallway after his wife's stretcher entered the Emergency Room. "I need to be with her! Please!"

"Sir! Stay back!" A doctor blocked him. You can't be in–"

Mr Goldbloom grabbed the doctor by the neck with one arm, hoisted him off the floor and slammed him against the nearest wall. The doctor saw his pitch-black, gold eyes and yellow veins slowly return to their normal state. He instantly became shocked with a frightened look as he gasped for air, tugging at the hand that choked him.

Who… what the hell was this peering into his soul? A frantic monster that wanted to see his wife, for sure.

"I don't give a FUCK!!! I said! Let me see my wife!" Mr Goldbloom's grip became tighter and his expression angrier. 

A few nurses rushed to help the doctor but he gestured for them to keep back, in fear they might get hurt.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" John came running down the hall to his father. 

Hearing his son's voice, he shifted his focus, dropping the doctor and went to hold his dreading child, whom he had forgotten amidst all the confusion.

"Mommy! Where's Mommy?! I-I-Is she okay?!" John hugged his father's leg.

"It's okay, kiddo. Everything will be fine." He lifted his son into his arms, rubbing his head and a kiss on the forehead. "Mommy's a strong woman. She'll get through this."

Mr Goldbloom sat on the nearest bench while comforting a sobbing John in his arms. In his heart, he whispered a prayer, staring at the ceiling. But in John's heart, he questioned everything. 

"Why is this happening? Is it my fault? Why me? Why us? Is there anything I can do to make things better? Why am I so useless? Can't I save Mommy?"

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours until Mr Goldbloom was approached by a doctor and nurse as he was battling sleep. 

"Mr Goldbloom… right?" The doctor asked, hand on the father's shoulder.

"Yeah… that's me." He answered looking up. "Is she–"

One look at them and he could tell… she was… gone… passed… departed… asleep… FUCK IT! She's dead. Never again could they talk with her. That phone call… that phone call was the last time… they'll ever hear her true voice. 

"I'm sorry sir, but your… wife is–" 

"Stop! Just shut–, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to– haa… thanks. I'll be on my way." Mr Goldbloom stood up, mentally and physically exhausted while holding a sleeping John in his arms. "Have a good day."

He slowly walked down the hall, his eyes glued to the floor, zoned out. A million memories instantly started to play in his head. Her. All of them. The good, bad and in-between. His heart felt so heavy and hot, like a furnace of molten lava. 

Suddenly, he felt a cane stick stop him. 

"Can I help you?" Mr Goldbloom turned to the cane holder. "I need to get home–"

"Go and cry." 

A grey-haired elder dressed in a moss-green sweater and beige cargo shorts spoke with sincerity in his voice.

"Excuse me?" 

"I said, go home and cry." He slowly pulled back his stick. "Don't hold it in. It'll just make things harder… for you and him. Take some time and mourn. Properly!"

"Umm… thanks. I'll keep that in mind." 

He continued walking out of the hospital. In the back seat, he carefully placed John to continue sleeping. Silently, he drove home. No music. No radio. No singing. Nothing! Only the sounds of a noisy city and John's breathing as he slept. Just to avoid any more grief, he drove a different route home to avoid the crash site, which would continue for years.

"Mommy… don't… leave… me," John mumbled as his father lay him down on his bed. 

"I'm sorry, Johnny. Daddy's a big fat liar." Mr Goldbloom wiped away a tear from John's eye. "Mommy didn't get through this… And everything's not okay."

The tears and emotions he held back came rushing all at once. 

"But… Daddy's still here. And… and I'm gonna do everything I can to make you happy…. That's a promise." His eyes became too watery and his chest brimming with too much sadness for him to stay.

"I love you son." He kissed John on the forehead.

As he pulled back, a tear fell and landed on John's sleeping face. Quickly closing the door, he unhurriedly walked to the room he and his wife spent so many years together in. But he went in and closed the door behind him… then… his long-overdue tears and weeping came. Those tears came from deep within him…. A place only reserved for those you love with all your heart.