"My dad?" Imogen asked as hurt soon fell on her pretty face slowly. "What about him?" She asked as she looked up into her mother's eyes, tears brimming in the brown orbs already. "Is he okay?" She asked hopefully. Deep down in her heart though, she already kind of knew what had happened. She didn't want any of it to be confirmed though. She did not want this moment to be happening. "Where is he?" Imogen demanded, and for a moment, Natalie was silent. She felt so strange and upset for her daughter, she wasn't sure what she should say, and how to fix anything after she did say it.

"I'm afraid he's gone." Natalie spoke gently. The look in Imogen's eyes said everything right then and there, and Natalie felt terrible for it. She did not want her one and only daughter to go through this. She did not want her daughter to experience this kind of pain and loss. It would tear her apart.

"Gone?" Imogen questioned. "I hope you mean out to the store or something like that." She said, stepping closer to her mother with each passing second, taking faint and hesitant steps. The tears were prominent in her brown eyes now, and they were blurring her vision, making her feel too weak. She did not want to cry, especially in a moment like this. She was supposed to be strong.

"No, Imogen." Natalie said again as she watched her daughter's face contort. It was a mesh of pain, hurt, loss, angst, fear; every single horrible emotion you could ever feel all wrapped up into one facial expression, and it broke Natalie's heart. She knew that this wasn't going to be easy. "He has... Passed away." She added, as she tried to search for the right word to make everything okay, but she couldn't. She could barely even speak as she said those god awful words. They felt like poison in her mouth.

In that moment, Imogen's whole world had been ripped away from her in less than a millisecond. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't even think any kind of coherent thoughts. She felt lost, alone, scared, and she didn't know how to cope with this. "What?" Imogen asked in a whisper. She had to be sure that this wasn't some kind of awful nightmare. This couldn't be real. This could not, could absolutely not be real.

"I'm sorry honey." Natalie replied, and in that moment, Imogen knew. It was a confirmation of her father's death. A person who she deeply loved and cared for was now gone forever, and she would never see him ever again. That thought drove her crazy, and she couldn't bear to be here right now, in her dad's house, with her mom standing right in front of her telling her that he was dead.

A deep sob emerged from Imogen's throat, a sound that resonated deep within her, and she just couldn't hold the tears in anymore as they rolled down her face. Her heart felt as if it would implode in any second, and she was powerless to stop everything. She felt everything and nothing all at once, and she felt like she was dying. "Mom..." Imogen hiccupped as Natalie pulled the teen girl in for a much needed hug. Albeit, Imogen wasn't close to her mom, but she needed somebody right now, and her mom was better than nothing.

"I know..." Natalie comforted as she ran her hands through Imogen's hair, letting her get all her tears out as she rested her head on her mom's shoulder. Natalie knew she'd have to be here for Imogen more than anything right now. "Just let it out, okay?" She consoled. As of now, she didn't know what they were going to do.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye..." Imogen shook as she cried and pulled away to look into her mother's eyes. "Can you at least tell me what happened?" She begged, pleading written in her eyes. Her mom nodded, it wasn't going to be easy, but Imogen deserved to know these answers. After all, this was her father they were talking about.

"It was just his dementia." Natalie said simply, "The doctor said he was surprised he even lived this long..." She added as she studied her daughter. Imogen nodded, somehow she understood, somehow she knew that this day was eventually going to creep up on her. That was what happened when your parents were sick. You just ultimately knew that one day, you were going to have to say goodbye to them, or in this case, just lose them altogether.

"Can we just go?" Imogen begged, "I've got to get out of here." She spoke as she looked around the house once more. Everything about the place just made her think of her dad about a hundred times more, and it was extremely painful to deal with. She was ready to move on.

"Or course." Natalie answered, "Just go get some of your things." Sure, Imogen was going to be staying with Natalie, but only because she couldn't bear to be trapped in her father's house, with all those taunting memories. Imogen was grieving, and she was going to need all the help she could get. And if that meant living at her mom's house, and isolating people, then so be it. Right now, Imogen felt more depressed than ever, and she felt as if nothing could save her. "I'll meet you in the car." Natalie called out and made her way outside. Once she was in the car she pulled out her cell phone and dialed an unfamiliar phone number; one she hadn't called in a long while.

"Hello?" A perky female voice answered.

"It's Imogen." Natalie said, "She needs you."