; 1950
Michigan
"Gordie! What am I going to do with you?" The father screamed. 3-year-old Gordie was sitting on the kitchen floor of the family home.
"Do you know how much stress you cause me?" He yelled even louder. Gordie was holding a large bottle of bleach that he had managed to find under the sink.
"We're going to have to get your stomach pumped!" He raged, picking Gordie up and practically throwing him into the sink. Poor Gordie didn't know what had hit him.
Not understanding what was wrong, Gordie took a small gulp of the bleach.
"Gordie!" He screamed, slapping the bottle from his hands.
"You're a disaster! You're no good! You hear me? No good!" He yelled, grabbing a handful of the baby's hair and yanking at it.
"That's what you get for being a bad kid!" He screamed.
Baby Gordie burst into tears, screaming and crying and pulling at his dad's hands, doing anything he could to get his hands off of his head.
"You don't like that? Good!" The father laughed, pulling harder. Gordie wailed and kicked.
"Gordie? What's wrong?" A confused Dennis said, walking into the room. When he saw what his father was doing to the baby, he stopped. He jaw dropped in shock, unsure of what to do.
"Dad! What are you doing?" Dennis yelled, launching himself at him. Denny snatched the baby, and ran into the next room.
Dennis sat Gordie on his bed, kneeling down so he was at eye level with the baby.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He said.
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