Hey there! As promised, here's Chuck's chapter. I must admit that while writing this, I cried a bit. Enjoy.

Chuck's Past:

Chuck woke up like usual with messy feathers and sleepy eyes. He rubbed away the sleep in his eyes and walked towards the bathroom. He smiled up at the mirror. Only to scream in horror at the bed feathers. No bother. He quickly grabbed a brush and started to neatly brush his feathers. Satisfied with the brushing, he looked at the mirror and smirked.

"Who's that handsome fella?" He pointed at the mirror. "You are." He blew a kiss at the mirror and proceeded to brush his teeth. He used mint flavored mouthwash and flossed. Once his mouth was clean, he went outside his house, climbed the tree, hooked his legs on a tree branch, his hands behind his head to support it and started to work out. Sure, his power was super speed, but he didn't want his body, especially his legs, to look like jelly. Some birds said he didn't look like he worked out, being too small and all, but he did. He did beat up Red in a friendly boxing match, you know, to let out some steam. Matilda's class wasn't everything, you know. It wasn't that friendly at the end, as he almost gave Red a black eye, but everything was good the next day.

After working out, Chuck took a quick shower, blow-dried his feathers and brushed again. He checked himself in the mirror again. Satisfied with how he looked, he went to make some breakfast. Apple pancakes with worms on the side and a big cup of orange juice. He sighed in content and looked around his house. He always wanted a house like this one and since he got it, he kept it in pristine conditions. Matilda will never say it, but Chuck knew she was a bit jealous. He washed the dishes and went outside. Instead of running, he choose to walk. It was really early in the morning and nobody was around to bother him.

The tree leafs were covered in morning spray and the sun reflected through them. It was one beautiful morning. The air was fresh and cool and it smelled like the ocean, which it was good for the lungs.

Life was pretty and smiled down upon Chuck. Sure, he went to anger management classes, but he had to admit he did had some nasty episodes in the past. But mostly, he just went to the class to socialize. He hummed to a song stuck in his head and made some dance moves.

"Chuck!" Someone called.

Chuck turned around and waved at Red, Bomb and Terrence. "Hey, guys!" He raced towards them. "Ready for the class?"

"Yeah. Although, I really don't want to go." Red said. Terrence grunted behind him and Red gulped. "On second thought, let's go!"

They made their way towards Matilda's house and chatted along the way. This was the first time the whole group went to class together on the same time. They walked through the easiest route and made jokes.

They heard a muffled scream. It didn't belong to a grown bird, but to a hatchling. The group decided to follow the scream, searching for the hatchling in trouble, but it led them to an old house with broken windows. They all looked at each other, but decided to head into the house anyway. Red knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later, a male bird with dark bags under his eyes and an undistinguished smell slightly opened the door.

"What do you want?"

"Yeah, um, hi." Red said, ignoring the way he was being welcomed. "We heard a scream that obviously belonged to a hatchling and it came from here and we were just wondering if everything was alright."

The bird arched an eyebrow. "Hatchling scream? You must be going deaf or something, buddy." He went to close the door, but Terrence stopped him. The giant red bird stepped into the house without warning.

"Hey! This is my house! You can't just get into my house like that! Get the flock out!"

Terrence grunted and started searching the place. His friends followed Terrence lead and started to look around. Red moved a couch aside.

And found a trembling little hatchling girl shaking in fear. He kneeled in front of her. "Hey, there." He whispered to her. The hatching trembled. "Shh… We're not going to hurt you. We want to help you. Come on." He gently picked her up and inspected her closely. A bruise was starting to form on her right side and her left eye had a fading black.

"Guys! I found her!" The bird turned around and saw he beaten hatchling clinging onto Red's chest feathers. Chuck gasped and quickly ran to them to inspect the hatchling. They glared at the presumed father, who slowly started to back away.

"I didn't do that to her, I swear!" He said.

"Well, she seems pretty scared of you." Bomb pointed out, trying with all his might to stay calm and not blow up.

The bird tried to get away, but Terrence grabbed him by the shoulders and grunted with anger. As if to say 'Try to get away, I'll beat your sorry butt feathers', because if there was one thing that Terrence was a complete softie towards to, it was Matilda and hatchlings.

"We got to take him to the police." Red pointed out.

"But they're on the other side of the island and that hatchling needs some first aid." Bomb said.

Red seemed to think about it. "Let's go to Matilda's, it's the closest place we can go, we can keep an eye on this… bastard… and give her some first aid and food. Then we'll call the police."

They agreed and walked back towards Matilda's house. Chuck glared at the hatchling's father all the way there. Once they arrived, they went inside the house and Matilda was waiting for them.

"Great heavens! What happened!?"

"This guy," Chuck pointed at the bird. "…is what happened." He said. He did not bothered to hide his anger.

Red turned to Matilda. "He was beating her up. His own hatchling." The little hatchling curled into a tiny fluff ball and cried. Matilda gasped and gently took the hatchling from Red's arms.

"You poor dear…" She said in a motherly voice. "Come on, let's give you some first aid." She sat on a pillow. "Chuck, pass me the first aid kit, Bomb, call the police and Judge Peckinpah. This… bird needs a punishment."

Both birds did as told. Bomb went into the kitchen where the phone was located and Chuck handed her a first aid kit. Matilda started to apply some ointment to the bruises.

Red glared at the so called 'father'. "Why do you do this to her?"

The bird glared back. "Is not of your damn business, eyebrow!" Red took deep breaths like Matilda did. Terrence grunted behind him. Chuck glared at the bird.

"No, be our guest and tell us." Chuck said, not bothering to hide his hatred.

"She's just a mistake."

Those words triggered memories Chuck had long buried and left behind him.

During his childhood, he always looked too tiny among other hatchlings. Like one tiny, fluffy yellow triangle. Too weak, too fragile, and yet, he almost always assisted class with a bruise or two. Once in a while with black eye. Students thought he was so weak, he could be hurt by almost anything; though, they couldn't help but smile at the tiny bird's antics. Teachers thought he was just a regular troublemaker that got into fights, so they didn't pay any attention to him. These stereotypical thoughts helped him take over a façade and wrap it up around him, hiding his true feelings, thoughts and bruises.

Momma wasn't the strongest bird he knew unfortunately. Many other hatchlings had the honor to say that, but not him. Oh no. His momma was a secret drunk. Outside, she was the perfect wife. But back home, she would just grab a beer and drink until she fell asleep. Very few times he was shown her love. It was there, but it was very little. Then there was his dad. He was not the most lovable bird either. He could get rather…violent during a fight. His momma and dad fought a lot, over the silliest things and sometimes, it got bloody.

And little Chuck, that little yellow triangle of fluffiness, was always the one they took their anger on.

His tiny back hit the wall and a book was shoved his way, hitting him right on the face. He shivered in fear as he saw his father walking towards him. "You know, if you just stopped interfering when your mother and I fight, this might never happen." He grabbed him by the tiny black head feathers and shoved him against the wall.

"I'm sorry!" Little Chuck apologized. "I'm not doing it again! I swear!" He cried.

His father rolled his eyes. "Please, you say that every single time!"

"But I won't do it again! For real!" He stared with wide, green, fearful eyes at his father, the bird he was supposed to call his idol.

"Shut your beak!" He grabbed the little hatchling's beak. "Did you know that you weren't supposed to exist? You were just an accident, kid. A mistake! Your mother and I just rocked each other one night then BOOM! There you were."

His parents never bothered to keep his innocence. At an age where hatchlings were starting to believe in Santa Bird, he already knew that the stork didn't brought eggs to their parents. He had seen them go at it a couple of times and they didn't bother to keep him away. All the info he knew afterwards came from the library.

He had to grow up before he didn't even have to. In the present time, everyone takes him for an immature yellow bird, but in reality, he was just making up for all those years of stolen childhood.

His father punched him on the cheek and left to who knows where. He was left alone in that corner of the wall, shivering from the cold and fear he felt. He silently cried. He knew that if his father saw him crying, he would beat him up again. Momma… she was just uncaring and wouldn't give a damn. He couldn't tell anyone because, in an island where everything is happy and wonderful, who would believe a hatchling's tragic family story?

His powers didn't kick in until his reached puberty, which he was thankful. He could easily escape the beatings, but that was when the mental beatings started. The mind of a teenager can be weak, unstable and easily offended. His parents realized that.

"Chuck! Stop eating so much! Look at you! You'll grow into a cow!" His mother said in her drunken state.

"What's a cow?" He said with a raspy voice, product of the coming teenage years.

"Is a fat animal, like you!"

Chuck was smaller than the majority of the birds in the island and needed to stay healthy. Even with this knowledge, he started to look at himself, growing conscious of his body… and soon enough, the food portions became tinier and tinier. He started to suffer the consequences soon. His powers required a high metabolism, and he had to eat, but the constant insults made him lose appetite and the little food he ate went down the toilet half an hour later. His powers wouldn't reach their full potential because of it. Later on, he quickly regretted this description as he landed himself in a hospital bed for malnutrition. His parents had paid the doctor from that time to stay silent.

In his late teens, he had come to realize what his life had become and he started to eat healthier, became stronger by exercising. And he became a rebel. At this age, he would throw temper tantrums at the silliest things or whether someone treated him like garbage. He did all things crazy and ran around the island causing chaos and many will call him the speed demon. He would cause trouble just for the sake of it, because he could, because he wanted to. His flirtatious ways were his way for searching love that was never given to him. Unconsciously, he wanted everyone to know about his family, but something lurking in the back of his mind, fear, kept his mouth shut.

After rebelling against everyone, he finally rebelled against his parents and left 'home'. He got himself a little old tree house, but it was better than to stay with his parents and it was his alone to live in. He decorated it and fixed it up, a result of which he took great pride. He lived a few years there and the house looked like it was made for a rich bird as he added parts to it and all.

A few years in and he got the news his parents died. Nobody knew the exact causes, but he was sure they had killed each other in one of their fights. He didn't even cried at the funeral.

Years passed and up to today, where he was sent to anger management. Because no one could take his temper tantrums anymore…

Chuck snapped out of his daze and looked at the bird in front of them.

"You know what pisses me off more than anything?" He leaned closer. "Abusive parents."

"Do you think I care, yellow pipsqueak!?"

Terrence started to walk towards the bird to shush him up, but Chuck stopped. "It's ok, Terrence." He said in a serious voice. He took a step further towards the abusive father…

…and punched him right on the beak on full speed.

The bird fell backwards while holding his beak, now dripping blood and gasped for air.

"Chuck!" Red grabbed the yellow bird by the shoulders before he could do anything else. "Calm the flock down! I understand you hate the guy, I do too, believe me. But seriously! You have a dangerous fist so calm down!" Chuck struggled a little, but settled for a growl. He flexed the hidden muscles on his arm and looked away.

Terrence picked the bird by the arm and shoved him into a closet. He threw him there and shut the door tight, going to extremes by locking it. The bird banged on the door to be let out, but Terrence just grunted at him and the bird stopped. They could all hear a scared whimper and then silence.

"Now he is scared?" Chuck said and gave a humorless laugh. "Sonofabitch…" He cursed under his breath.

"I already called the police." Bomb said as he entered the room. "He and the judge are coming to get him." He turned his head towards the closet door. "He's in there?" He asked. Red nodded.

"Terrence?" Matilda said as she held on the little hatchling girl. "Can you stay here and make sure he doesn't escape? I'm taking her to the other room, she has seen enough."

Terrence nodded as Matilda walked towards the room where they held their classes and sat the hatchling on a pillow. She cried nonstop. Bomb, Red and Chuck followed the white bird to the room.

"Is she ok?" Bomb asked.

Matilda sighed. "I don't think so. She's scared." Then, she turned to Chuck. "I understand why you feel anger towards that awful bird, but why did you punch him?"

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Because I was being gentle and he deserves more than just a fast hook on the beak?"

Matilda sighed again and tried to calm the little girl. "Sweetie, please, calm down, he won't hurt you anymore."

But the little girl wouldn't stop. Chuck looked at her and saw himself when he was a hatchling. Without realizing it, he sat beside her and talked to her in a soothing voice. "Hello, there. What's your name?" He asked in a happy tone.

The little girl took some breaths and answered. "I'm Molly."

"Alright Molly. What's your favorite ice cream?"

The girl just sniffed, a clear sign that she was calming down. "Vanilla." She whispered.

"Vanilla, you said? Give me a moment." Chuck ran away from the house and came back a few seconds later with a vanilla ice cream cup and handed it to the hatchling.

She smiled and accepted the cup, quickly digging into the delicious cold treat. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Chuck said. "But, Molly, we got to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

The little girl nodded and looked back at him with innocent eyes and a mouth full of ice cream. This hatchling was even younger than him when his own parents bullied him.

"Alright, first question. Since when did your dad beat you up?"

"Chuck…" Matilda said, but Chuck held up a hand and waited for the hatchling to respond.

She swallowed another scoop of ice cream. "I'm not sure. Always I guess. But poppa is just lonely and sometimes he gets angry, so he takes his anger on me. But that's ok, he feels better after it." She said ate resumed her ice cream.

Chuck looked back at Matilda and his friends who looked horrified.

"Um, where's you momma?"

"Poppa said she's not here anymore."

"And do you have any other family members?"

The little hatchling thought about it. "I have godparents and three cousins. They are triplets and are really blue. I think everyone calls them the Blues."

"Your poppa doesn't have the right to beat you, you know." Chuck said.

"He doesn't?" The hatchling asked in surprise.

"Nope, he doesn't. And that makes him a bad bird." He explained.

"That explains a lot." She said and went back to her ice cream in content. "How did your parents treated you then? Were they good?"

It was an innocent question, one that this little bird had every right to get an answer. Chuck sighed. "No, they weren't." He said. "In fact, they were worse than yours really. You're really lucky we got to you on time. He can't hurt you anymore."

The hatchling nodded and started to drink the melting ice cream. "Delicious."

"Glad you liked it."

They all talked to her about hatchling stuff for ten minutes like her favorite color and foods and class subjects. But when they got to that particular theme, they discovered that she had never attended a school. Twenty minutes later, the police and the judge arrived to take away the bird.

Terrence opened the closet door and pulled out the hatchling's father. His face was covered in dry blood and his beak was still bleeding. Red winced at the sight and reminded himself to never piss off Chuck like that. The police cuffed him and took him away into a police car. The judge stayed behind to inspect the hatchling. "Poor, baby." They explained to him what they knew so far. The judge nodded. "Call her godparents. I'm sure they will be happy to take her in."

Indeed, an hour later, the godparent and the Blues arrived to retrieve little Molly and welcome her to the family. They all waved them goodbye and the judge sighed. "I believe there will be no judgement day for her father, he will be thrown to jail immediately." They all nodded. "Well, I must go and fill out a lot of paperwork. I'll see you later." And he left.

The group sighed and sat down on their pillows, ready to begin their class. "Well, now that we are sure that Molly is in good hands, let's start our class." She cleared her throat. "Did everyone brought their poems?"

"Yep."

"Yes."

*Grunt*

"I didn't give a damn about it."

Matilda took deep breaths thanks to Red's comment. "Deep breath, deep breath, DEEP BREATH!"

Chuck looked at all his friends laughing. In truth, he had never and probably never will forget about his past. But the pain had ceased a little when he met his friends. Yes, that sounded cheesy, but it was true. They were like his family and he liked that way. Never in his life had he had such birds care for him the way they did.

"Hey, Chuck?" Red asked.

"Mh?" Chuck looked at the red bird.

"Did you parents really…?" He didn't had to finish.

Chuck cleared his throat. "Yes, they did. I even went through eating problems in my teens because of it. But to make it short, there will be a day when I tell you the full story, but that day is not today!" He said.

Red shook his head in amusement. "I'm just glad you turned out ok."

"Me? OK? You're talking to be biggest troublemaker in the island! Nothing is ok with me!" He punched the red bird in the shoulder playfully.

"Come here!" Red trapped him in an arm lock and rubbed his head feathers.

"Hey! I brushed those feathers this morning! Let go!"

Bomb went to them and grabbed them in a tight hug. "You guys!"

They all laughed as Matilda smiled. As a teacher, she felt proud of her students. They had faced things that no bird should have, but they did and came out victorious at the end while saving some hatchlings from sharing the same fate. This is what true friendship could do. It could help anyone fully come out of a depression, chase away the anxiety and free you from your past. At first it doesn't seem like that, but as time passes and wounds heal, you look behind you and see the truth. Terrence grunted beside her and she nodded. "Alright, you three, time to start."

Those three were going to be friends forever and she knew it. She was glad she got to witness their growing friendship.

There you go, guys. The third and possibly final chapter. Thanks for reading this story and I hope you enjoyed it. By the way, I published another one shot story Middlemist Red for those who have yet to check it out. Anyway, review and have a nice day!