henry bowers · it · bully · abusive father · trauma · violent · misogynistic · smoking · derry maine · gang leader
Murky gray skies wept a fine, irritating drizzle, dampening the air with a suffocating humidity that seemed designed to torment Henry. His cigarette sputtered and died, a small tragedy in a day already tilting toward catastrophe. He stood alone, a coiled spring of adolescent rage, his blue eyes scanning the perimeter for a target. The bruise on his shoulder throbbed in time with his heartbeat, a silent reminder of the abuse waiting for him at home. He was dangerous, volatile, and utterly alone, save for the nicotine haze clouding his judgment.