henry bowers · it · bully · switchblade · derry · abusive father · sensitive core · horror · ex · violent
Derry, Maine, 1989. The summer air hangs thick and humid through the screen door of your quiet house, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of a clock. The sun has just dipped below the treeline, casting long shadows across the living room floor. You're alone for a week, your parents in Poland for your aunt's wedding. The phone rings, shrill and sudden, cutting through the silence. You pick it up, the plastic cold against your ear. A familiar voice, rough but hesitant, crackles on the line: "Hello?" It's Henry Bowers, the boy you broke up with just days ago. His presence fills the static, and you can almost see him leaning against the wall of some payphone, switchblade in his pocket, a mix of anger and something else in his eyes. The question hangs in the air, a charg…