Okay, first off, everybody give yourselves a round of applause, because last chapter I've got 4 reviews! By Grossology fanfiction standards that's like 15 Total Drama Island reviews... I think. Anyway, this chapter has the one thing Niki has pretty much begged for in her reviews... LAB RAT BEING PUNISHED FOR HURTING CHESTER!

Chester was bright red when he and Abby broke away from their kiss. Then he dragged Abby into one of the backrooms. "We need to talk." He muttered to her and the rest of the group before closing the door. Chester then stared deep into Abby's eyes before grabbing her by the shoulders and shouted "WHY?"

Abby shrugged his hands off and stared at him, slightly confused. "What do you mean why?" HE kissed her first, so why was he acting like she just burned down his house?

"Why ME?" Chester explained… kind of, pointing his hands at his chest for emphasis. Seeing Abby's expression he explained a bit more. "Why would you want to KISS me? I'm… weird." He spoke that last word sadly, as if he was admitting to be something far worse, like racist or cannibalistic or a dentist.

Abby stared deep into his sad brown eyes, now looking so much better without the mascara, except for his left eye… She grabbed his face so she could see it better. "Your eye…" Abby muttered, letting go.

Chester reached up and felt it, flinching slightly as he ran his fingers against injured skin, which was turning an ugly shade of purple. And now that she studied his face more, she saw that his one cheek was bruised and he had a cut right above his right eyebrow as well as the fact that underneath his chin there was a huge spot where his skin had appeared to have been scraped off, making it difficult to move his head.

Abby felt enraged, at Chester's… Chuck (What, did he just happen to have the same name as Chester's other guardian?) who apparently did this, but also at herself, for not noticing before. How could she not see that eye? There is no amount of mascara that could… Abby's eyes widened at the realization. He didn't use it to cover it up; he used it so that was all they stared at!

"Uh, Abby? You there?" Chester tapped her shoulder. Abby snapped out of her trance. "Why did you try to hide your eye?" Abby nearly shouted at him.

Chester wilted away from her, anticipating a blow, as if she was his guardian. "I-I didn't want anybody to- He would have- Number five is really strong when he's mad- H-he likes seeing me hurt- I t-think it calms him down or maybe-" He was trembling badly and had wrapped his arms around his chest, trying to protect himself from the very thought of the man who was somehow left in charge of taking care of him. Abby's heart panged at the sight.

She thought of how he shuddered when he ran his fingers against his skin. The image of him outlining that eye with a mascara wand-thingy; (Abby had no idea what the actual name of that thing was, or if it even had a name.) wincing every time it touched him, biting his lip to stop from yelping, because that would bring Chuck up to tell him to shut up, in his way; trying his hardest not to cry because then his work would be ruined and then he would have to start over, causing even more pain. Yes, Abby could see that very clearly, reflected in Chester's scared eyes.

Abby grabbed him and engulfed him in a comforting hug. There wasn't anybody Abby had known that needed one more than him. "If you need to know why it's because you're stronger than anybody I have ever met."

Chester took a deep breath and relaxed; he was still tense, but at least he was less tense. Besides, he wasn't sure he could even be fully relaxed anymore. But this was a start. After all, he smiled at Abby, who was holding his hand and was even SQUEEZING it in a romantic way, things were… looking up for the first time in his life.

The two of them walked out to find the others looking through Chester's backpack. Naomi wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, what do you keep in here?"

Chester stood there with his mouth wide open. Abby was less shocked and more angry. She marched up to her brother and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him off the ground. "Why are you going through Chester's stuff?" Abby growled.

"W-well, we finished talking about what we did to get in here. Naomi skipped school, I pulled a fire alarm and Lab Rat was caught writing in the-"

"HAH!" Everybody stared at Chester, who was pointing at Lab Rat, a gleeful expression on his face. "…Okay, uh, anyway we got bored so…"

"You started rummaging through Chester's stuff."

"Pretty much."

"EWW! WHAT IS THAT?"

Everybody turned to Naomi, who was the one who screamed and Kat, who was holding the object in one hand and plugged her nose with the other. Chester raised his hand shyly.

"Uh, that's just a seagull… that died… three weeks ago…" He smiled uneasily. Seeing their freaked out expressions he explained. "I didn't kill it."

"Dude, why do you have a dead bird in your backpack… and why did you keep it in there for three weeks?" Lab Rat asked. "That's just sick."

Chester shrugged. "First off, it's a seagull. I named him Brunzworth!" Chester smiled, not noticing their freaked out faces. "Second, I like to pick things up on my way to school. That actually is why I'm here. Third, I kept him with me because…" Chester pouted. "I get lonely and it's nice to talk to something about my day without getting beer bottles thrown at my head. And finally, you might think it's sick to carry around a dead bird because it's probably the only thing in the world that doesn't want you dead, but I think it's sick to spread rumors about a guy you have never even met and who has enough problems with his abusive guardian, who's drunk off his ass as soon as he gets home and tries to KILL him, for crying out loud, and who is lonely enough to TALK TO A *BLEEPING* DEAD SEAGULL THAT HE FOR SOME REASON HE NAMED BRUNZWORTH! WHAT KIND OF NAME IS BRUNZWORTH FOR A SEAGULL? WHAT KIND OF NAME IS BRUNZWORTH FOR ANYTHING?" Chester then leapt onto Lab Rat and started beating him up. It took the combined efforts of Ty, Naomi, Abby, and an unwilling Kat to pry the snarling Chester off the African-American nerd. They eventually had to tie him to a chair with his own hoodie, revealing an extremely oversized T-shirt, big enough so his way-too-scrawny shoulders were peeking out of the neck hole. Abby saw more scrapes, bruises and scars on them than she thought possible.

"So…" Ty said, trying to change the subject. "What did you do to get in here, Chester?" Lab Rat muttered something that sounded like 'being a psychopath.' Chester looked down and sighed. "It started with a pair of boots…"

You know it's a good story about getting detention when you begin with the sentence. 'It started with a pair of boots..." Especially when somebody like Chester, who has... problems... is telling it.