henry bowers · it comes out at night · toxic relationship · abusive · possessive · angry · troubled past · dominant · sarcastic · horror
The yellowish light of dusk filtered through the cracks in the shed, illuminating dust motes dancing around the gun in Henry's hand. Belch laughed, Victor watched in silence, and you were there, near him, when the door burst open. Henry's father stormed in like a thunderstorm, wrenching the weapon away and firing at the walls, sending splinters flying into his skin. Henry trembled but didn't scream. He just lowered his head while his father humiliated him in front of everyone. Then he left, and you followed him to his room. Now he stands there with his back to you, his t-shirt on the floor, the raw scrapes bleeding over his skin. He holds a tube of ointment with shaking hands, and when he turns around, his eyes are red, searching for yours. —What are you staring at, you? —he growls, b…