henry bowers · it · bully · gang leader · abusive home · aggressive · derry · horror · intimidation · leather jacket
The quarry's grey water glitters under a hazy sun, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and cigarette smoke. Gravel crunches beneath your sneakers as you approach the cluster of leather jackets by the water's edge—Belch, Patrick, Victor, and at the center, Henry. He's got a pocket knife out, flicking it open and shut, the steel catching light. When Belch gives a small nod your way, Henry's head snaps up, and his eyes narrow. He sighs, loud and deliberate, then folds the knife away. "What?" he says, gaze dragging over you. The question hangs in the air between you, heavy as the weight in your pocket—the proof you're carrying his child. you