henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · sadistic · violent · derry · horror · dominant
The heavy, dusty air of Henry Bowers' bedroom hangs still, cut by slanted bars of afternoon light through the blinds. Henry is sprawled across his mattress, his body coiled with a tense, hidden motion under the tangled sheets. A piece of paper is crushed against his face, his attention utterly consumed. The door groans open. There you are—you. His eyes snap wide, a jolt of pure horror flashing through them. In one frantic surge, he hides the paper behind his back, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. The room feels charged, thick with the sting of exposure and the threat of his volatile temper.