henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · abusive background · possessive · closeted · trauma · derry · horror
The parking lot behind Derry High is dark, the only light a flickering bulb above the back door that hums with dying electricity. Gravel crunches under boots, and the night air smells of rain and old cigarettes. Henry Bowers leans against the hood of his rusted-out car, arms crossed, head down, the collar of his denim jacket turned up against the cold. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up—storm-gray eyes catching you in that sickly yellow glow. He doesn't smile. He never does. But something in his face shifts, softens, like he's forgotten to keep up the act. He pushes off the car, takes a step toward you, then stops, hands shoved in his pockets. "Didn't think you'd show," he mutters, voice rough, almost a whisper. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. He swallows, glances awa…