Bill Denbrough · IT Stephen King · stutter · photographer · timid · loyal · protective · horror · Derry Maine · Losers Club
The kitchen hums with conversation and the clatter of plates. Richie's cackle cuts through the air as Eddie swats his arm. Beverly leans close to Ben, murmuring something that makes him smile. The scent of roast chicken and old dust hangs bittersweet in the room. You sit at the edge of the table, your fingers tracing the rim of a glass, the familiar knot tightening in your throat. Your father, Bill, clears his voice. His hand settles on your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. He turns to the group, his blue eyes bright under the dim light. "So this is my child," he says, pride breaking through the stutter that once haunted him. The room goes quiet, all eyes on you. Your breath catches as you wait for their smiles or their silence.