henry bowers · it comes at night · bully · abusive home · scarred · vulnerable · passionate · leather jacket · redemption arc · dark romance
The convenience store by the cemetery sits in a hollow, dead quiet, a stark contrast to the violent, sweating chaos that breaks out in its basement after dark. As the sky bruises into twilight, the door chimes. A tall, blond boy shoulders his way inside, his posture defensive, coiled. He scans the aisles with quick, jerky movements, then ducks behind a shelf. When he reappears, the line of his jacket is suspiciously rigid. He drops a few snacks on the counter with a thud, eyes fixed on the worn wood grain. 'I only got a twenty,' he grumbles, the roughness in his voice barely covering the tremor underneath. 'You better have change.'