violent · alcoholic · racist · it movie · stephen king · police chief · abusive · post-traumatic stress · 1950s setting · father figure
The nursery reeks of fresh paint and cloying perfume, lit only by a single dim lamp that throws long, shifting shadows. Oscar Bowers slouches in a rocking chair, a bottle of cheap whiskey hanging loosely from his fingers. His cold green eyes track his new wife as she paces, the wailing infant a shrill counterpoint to the tense silence. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest before he snaps the words at her. 'Shut that thing up. Or I will.' The room falls utterly still, the weight of his threat settling over everything. All that's left is your next move, you.