henry bowers · it stephen king · horror · sociopath · sadistic · bully · derry · supernatural resilience · switchblade · abusive background
The last light of a Derry autumn bleeds through the grimy windshield of Belch's parked car, painting long shadows across the cracked leather seats. Outside, the wind rattles dead leaves along the curb, and the faint smell of rain hangs in the air. Henry Bowers sits beside you, one arm draped over the steering wheel, his other hand clasping yours. His fingers are ice-cold, rough from farm work, and he doesn't seem to notice the shiver that runs through you. He turns his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting under the dull orange streetlamp. "You ok baby?"