Epiphany

Chapter 52 : Challenge Accepted !!

A/n: Lots of sibling moments with Meloni's arguments is in this chapter... Enjoyyyyy ✨

Olivia's P.O.V.

"Where are we going ?" I ask, my tone sharp, a clear sign of my growing irritation.

Mason, of course, doesn’t take the hint.

"Why do you want to know ?" He shrugs casually, pushing my wheelchair to a specific direction.

Is he even serious ?

I turn my head and shoot him a glare, expecting him to at least acknowledge my frustration. Instead, he has the audacity to ruffle my hair, as if I’m a child who needs coddling.

What. The. Hell ??

I smack his hand away, "don't touch my hair."

He grins, unbothered, and lifts his hand again, reaching for my hair. I smack it away once more, my irritation growing into a full-blown storm.

This time, he grabs both my hands in one of his, holding them firmly despite my wriggling. "Heyy! Let goo!" I scream, twisting in my seat.

But, he doesn't. He uses his free hand to ruffle my hair again, making my hair all messy with an evil grin.

"Agghhhh... You asshole-" I scream, trying to wriggle from his hold. He chuckles and left me.

He laughs, releasing me just as I land two solid punches on his shoulder. "Why did you hit me ?" he asks, feigning innocence, his eyes narrowing in mock offense.

I huff, patting my now disheveled hair, and glare at him. "Because you messed up my hair."

He hits me back, landing three quick taps on my shoulder. "Hey! I only hit you twice! Why the third time?" I retort, hitting him back twice more.

"You did extra too" he hit me three times again.

I clench my jaw and deliver four quick smacks on his shoulder, my patience hanging by a thread.

He gasps. "Four times? You—" He raises his hand to hit me back, but I cut him off with a loud, ear-piercing scream. "WILLIAMMM!"

Mason's eyes widen in panic, and he quickly clamps a hand over my mouth. "What are you doing ? Sshhhh shut upp- Ewww- Olivia"

He looks disgust when I lick his palm.

I smirk, satisfied as he pulls his hand away, wiping it on his pants. "You’re disgusting!" he says, smacking my head lightly.

"Ouch!" I rub the spot, glaring at him. "Asshole," I mutter, hitting him on the shoulder again.

He retaliates with two quick hits, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. "Twice? Seriously?"

He also widens his eyes, "N-No Olivia- it's fair-" He stammers, raising his hands defensively as if ready to hold my hand if I hit him again.

I clench my jaw and lift my hand to hit him. But he hold my hand.

Without missing a beat, I scream, "WILLIAM!" again, loud enough to wake the dead.

Mason’s eyes go impossibly wider, and he rushes to stop me, but this time I smack his hand away. A second later, William appears, looking half-awake, dressed only in sweatpants. His hair is a mess, and his eyes dart between us, scanning for injuries.

"What happened ? Why are you shouting ?" He looks at us frantically, scanning us from up to down like he is checking of any kind of bruises on us.

He frowns his eyebrows when he found none like he is thinking what could be the reason we woke him up from his peaceful sleep.