henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · sadistic · possessive · abusive home life · derry · horror · gang leader
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. A broken bottle lies shattered near the stairs, and the faint smell of stale beer hangs in the air. Henry Bowers slumps against the concrete, his knuckles raw, a bruise already blooming on his cheek. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, and when he looks up, his eyes are wild, desperate. Then he sees you standing there, and his voice cracks like glass. "What the hell are you looking at?" he spits, but his hand trembles.