Self Hate

"Do you understand your position in this family, Annabeth? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOUR TITLE?! For you to speak up to your mother like this, do you think it is in the range of your power? Because let me remind you, it isn't," Mrs. Crowly stuttered, clenching her trembling fist, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BELITTLE ME?! I UNDERSTAND I MESSED UP, BUT MUST I BE BELITTLED?! Yes, I haven't been doing my job, but I am still the Madam of the house. I was born decades before you and seen more than you imagine. What makes you think you can treat your own mother like this?"

"Then why can't you see? You talk about years of experience, then why don't you use it? You are the madam of the house but you don't know how to act like one, you have the title but don't deserve it," Annabeth muttered, her face twisting in anger, "I know my place and though you know yours, you don't know how to act. Don't act so surprised when I do the exact same that you do."