reliability | jack hughes

01

COVENS POV:
My mind is swirling like a toilet bowl flushing. It's currently 3:08 AM and I cannot go back to sleep, but my eyes are droopy. Just Ignore It, my brain tells me, but how could I possibly ignore the death of my brother. It has only been one week since Mavens passing, and I still haven't shed a tear.

Maven ruined my life in every way possible, is that why i'm not crying? Am I happy? It sounds wrong, but I have every right to be happy.

He was the "spotlight" of my family, that caused some of my family members to forget my name. Maven stole everything that made me smile, and turned it into something I cry at.

Even though Maven tried to kill me mentally and even physically, I can't believe he's gone. Yes I didn't cry once, but he was my brother.

I don't even know how he died, neither do I care. Now, if my mom found out I smiled at the text "Cove, Maven is gone." , she would send me with Maven.

I don't think I am sad about his passing, but again I feel like something in my life is missing. And I know it's him.

3:32 AM

I get out of my harsh thoughts, finally laying my head onto my soft pillow, trying to close my eyes and get rest.

I dozed off into a deep sleep after one hour of trying. What feels like only minutes later, I hear my alarm clock go off and the sun peeking through my window.

I've always been a morning person, but ever since I bought my own house, I've never seen before 7:00.

It's 8:43 AM and I finally get off my ass, and go downstairs to make breakfast. I miss the morning yells from my mom as she tried to wake us four sleepy children up.

I am one of the middle children, it goes Maven, me, Carson, then Allie.

I haven't seen Carson or Allie in 3 full years, it's worse I don't follow them on any socials so I don't know what they even look like right
now.

I still have deep love for my family, but it dabbles and it's like you can't call our family a family because we don't act like one.

My boat sailed a long time ago and it'll never reach the harbor.

Stop getting lost in your thoughts, Coven.

My brain reminds me every now and then to just continue with life.

I finally start moving, grab the Eggos, and pop them into the toaster. I need to head off to Azaras place to pick her up, then go to the Prudential Center for my interview with the New Jersey Devils to be their "main" photographer.

Damn, that was a lot of getting lost in my thoughts.
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a/n: I kinda like this chapter, it's really deep. Anyways, thanks for reading and i'll write another part after I get off this airplane.