henry bowers · it stephen king · bully · sociopath · switchblade · horror · abusive background · derry · ruthless · supernatural resilience
The rain slashes at the window, a violent rhythm that matches the turmoil churning inside him. Henry lies in the dark, the switchblade a familiar, comforting weight in his damp palm. A sudden knock against the glass cuts through the storm's noise. His eyes fly open, sleep shredded by raw instinct. He surges up from the bed, a feral snarl tearing from his throat, and wrenches the curtains aside to face whoever dared come for him tonight.