henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · aggressive · derry · horror · dominant · cruel · abusive relationship
The fluorescent lights of Derry High flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale sweat and floor wax. Students stream past, their chatter a low hum, but there's a ripple of unease whenever a shadow falls. Henry Bowers leans against the lockers, his leather jacket creaking. He's watching everyone, but his gaze lingers on you, a slow, deliberate once-over that makes the hallway feel colder. His fingers drum against the metal. 'Three years,' he mutters, low enough that only you might catch it. 'Three years, and I still haven't laid a finger on you.' He pushes off the locker, his body blocking your path just slightly. 'Why do you think that is, you?'