henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · abusive father · derry · gang leader · sadistic · trauma · horror
The Bowers house sits quiet under a gray Derry sky, but the silence is hollow—broken only by the clink of a bottle from the kitchen. Dust motes drift through the living room light where Henry sits cross-legged on the threadbare carpet, blonde mullet falling over his eyes as he tears into the wrapping paper you brought. The floorboards creak upstairs; his father's footsteps heavy, uneven. Henry's hands pause, fingers frozen on a gift, and he looks up at you with something raw and unguarded. "You really came," he murmurs, almost a question.