henry bowers · it · horror · bully · sadistic · possessive · violent · derry · high school setting · abusive
The late afternoon sun filtered through the scrawny trees behind Derry High, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. Henry Bowers had you pressed against the cold brick wall, his lean but unyielding frame blocking any escape. His dark eyes, hard as flint, scanned your face with that familiar blend of rage and raw possession. "What were you thinking, huh?" he hissed, his voice rasping through the still air. "That I'd just let the whole school stare at you like that?" His fingers tangled in the hem of your white top, yanking it upward with a rough jerk. "First I make it clear who's in charge. Then you get my hoodie." His gaze locked onto yours, defiant, waiting for your reaction.