Adopted by Pentatonix

My Baby Boy

Little Alexander...

Watching you today was the greatest thrill of my life, you resemble your Daddy so much which I hope means you get his personality because he was an amazing man Ally, he really was. Probably why his lat name ended up in your name, I had to give him some credit for creating such a beautiful baby boy. His blonde hair paired with his oceans for eyes, your gonna be a lady killer. I remember when I found out about you, Daddy was on tour with his best friends and said he couldn't wait to meet you. You were born on the 10th of September 2002, a whole week before your Daddy's birthday making you his early birthday present. His bestest friend Mitch, couldn't wait to meet you and call you his 'nephew'. You'll definitely like your 'uncle' Mitch and the rest of the gang. They're wonderful. Of course, fate takes its turns honey and someone stole you from me and Daddy.

I don't know how baby boy but they took you and claimed you as their own. I just wish you were of an age were you knew who you really are but your gonna grow up by a different name Alex. How can I live with that? Your my first born, you'll now be my only born because I can't live with this baby. It's too much. If you ever meet your Daddy sweetheart, you hug him and never let go. Alway fight for your family Ally because they're worth it. If the people who stole you hurt you in anyway, get out of it. Run away if needs be but always remember you are Alexander Mitchell Hoying-Locksby. You are named after two wonderful men, who I hope you meet before your too old to know them. I love you baby boy, don't ever forget that momma loves you to the moon and back...

Love Momma xx

It was hard reading that note, tears began spilling over on to my cheeks at the thought of that woman killing herself because of some terrible people. Alex is such a beautiful name for the baby in the picture, attached to the note. Our sister died because of the people who were now in jail for attempting to kill our nephew's birth parent and his husband. "What you studying?" asked my brother wandering over beside me, I wiped away my tears and passed him the note. "Tara's goodbye note to Alex. She would have been a great mom to that boy." I said in a whisper, a sob escaping my throat as I finished. My brother smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side. "Look on the bright side bro, he ended up with his Daddy, just as Tara would have wanted and Scott's doing a great job with him." he replied making me feel slightly better.

"Where'd you get this anyway?" he asked, "the cops gave it to me after they gave up looking for Ally." I explained tucking the piece of paper in my jacket pocket. "If she's happy dancing with the angels and watching her angel by happy then we support her." he stated making me smile and punch his shoulder jokingly. "You're such a loon." I said just making him chuckle. "Well best get some sleep, tomorrow we finally meet our nephew." he said leaping to his feet and swaggering down to his room. "Ok then swagger jagger." I muttered to myself, laughing after it. I entered my room, flopped on to the bed and fell asleep thinking about Tara and if she really was happy dancing with the angels watching her own angel...

Whoever wants to read...

I can't live like this anymore, mom and dad are just getting more violent every night and my little body can't take it. I know people can hear but they just don't do anything. Dad told me to kill myself, so I'll do it. No hesitations, just me and a piece of rope. Can't believe I'm five and thinking about this but this is hell on earth. I'm a human punching bag day in and day out. It's not fair, so I'm leaving... That's it...

Being five wasn't helping his situation as Alex starred at the tattered piece of rope on his flithy mattresses. He began crying uncontrollably, tears leaking out all over the floor and bed. Why was his life such a disaster? Why did he have abusive parents? He tied the knot just as his door flew open. Alex tossed the rope under the mattress before a tall, dark headed stranger approached him. "Are you Alex?" he asked and the young boy nodded. "Come on kiddo, I'm getting you out of here." the man said picking Alex up on to his hip and charging out the front door. Alex looked back at his parents being put in police cars with shiny, metal things around their wrists.

After a check up from the doctor, the stranger took Alex to his new home. At first he was sceptic but it was this or a life of pain, so I think new house wins. "I know this is all very sudden but a lot of people compalined about your physical and mental health, so we were called in." the stranger explained, Alex nodded and tugged on the man's leather jacket. "Yes?" he asked in a questioning way. "What's your name?" asked Alex starring into his emerald green eyes searching for his mood. "My name is Carter Johnson." he replied making Alex smile. He liked this man, he looked strong but broken at the same time. At that moment Carter's phone rang, just as they reached the front door. "Excuse me." he said answering his phone.

"I'll be home soon Mitch, yep. Just dropping off my latest rescue and I'll pick you and Scott up some Starbucks on my way home. Right? Ok, love you too."

He kissed his phone screen and helped Alex inside his home for the next six years...

Alex bounced up, sweating and breathing heavily. This was insane and he couldn't explain it. He tried to calm himself but it wasn't working and as ever Mitch heard his baby boy panicking. He got up and embraced his little boy. "It's ok baby boy, Papa's right here." he said calming Alex almost immediately. Mitch decided to make a double bed on the floor using his and Alex's duvets plus some of the spare ones. Alex soon settle beside his Papa Mitch but that memory was still bugging him, has he known of his family before he was adopted...