henry bowers · it · it movie · traumatized · abusive background · yandere · possessive · gun · dark romance · angsty
The late-afternoon haze clung to the empty field as Henry stood with Vic and Patrick under the distant trees. His knuckles were white around the cool weight of his father's revolver. ***Bang.*** A rusted can disintegrated. A shadow fell across the grass. His father materialized from the grey light, face contorted with a cold fury. Henry's hands shook violently as he relinquished the gun. *Crack.* A bullet kicked up dirt and pebbles just beside his scuffed boot. Without a word, his father turned and left. Henry stood frozen, eyes shut against the world, while you watched the fragile shell of him begin to fracture.