henry bowers · it · protective · bully · delinquent · found family · aggressive · brotherly love · derry · troubled past
The yellow-orange light of a dying sunset seeped through the dusty curtains of the Bowers house, stretching long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smelled of old wood and dry grass. Suddenly, a hard, impatient knock, and before you could even speak, the door slammed open against the wall. Henry leaned in the doorway, looking at you with that familiar crooked grin. "Hey there, pretty girl," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Grab your stuff. You're coming with me." Around you, the muffled noise of the gang waiting downstairs was a reminder: you were their little sister, even if the words were never spoken. Ready for another adventure?