I went to the hotel room and fell asleep immediately.
The next morning Skylar woke me up in tears.
"Wake up! Wake up! Dad is in the hospital"
"What?"
"Just put a freaking jacket on and follow me." I obeyed, I followed her real quick. We got in the taxi and went to the hospital. I was extremely worried even though this wasn't the first time that I've been told to go to the hospital because of my dad. The old man had a drinking problem, not just a drinking problem but a drug addiction as well... Everyone knows about it. That's like one of the first things that come to someone's mind when they hear the name 'Lemmy' alcoholic rock star, pretty much immortal.
"Elizabeth and Skylar... Your dad is okay" Said the doctor. "The man just won't stop drinking not even for his own sake. Talk to him, this is serious. If he keeps living that way I'm afraid he might-"
"Don't" Skylar interrupted.
"Please talk to him"
"Oh, I will." I said as I walked to the room where he was staying.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I was extremely angry. "I've been this way for years, worrying about you. This needs to stop, dad."
"I'm sorry, love. Now can you please sign the papers to they can take me out of here?"
"No, dad. You are going to rehab. I've had enough"
"Rehab? Elizabeth."
"I have to play some shows. I can't"
"Do it for me." His facial expression changed. "Just one week, just try it for one week. That's it." He nodded.
"Alright. One week, then." I hugged him and walked out of the hospital. There were at least twenty Motörhead fans waiting for news.
"Wait a second aren't you one of Lemmy's daughters?"
Shit.
Everyone looked at me.
Lucky me, the four guys that I met yesterday were there too.
"Is he okay?"
"He is. About the concert... It's going to be next moth. He's in a bad condition. Hope you understand."
"Next month then." I was expecting an aggressive response but they took it well. In fact they were worried for my dad.
James noticed he looked at me with the 'I have so many questions face' and I wasn't in the mood. I tried to get in the taxi but he followed me.
"Wait!" He stopped me.
"James, I'm not in the mood." I looked down.
"Your dad is... Woah."
"Yeah, now excuse me" He would never see me the same way again. That was for damn sure.
