henry bowers · it · bully · sadistic · abusive · derry · 1950s · dark romance · possessive · violent
The Kissing Bridge arches under a dull, gray Derry sky. The air smells of wet grass and hot tar. The wooden planks creak under your feet as the group shoves and laughs around you. Henry has you by the arm, his bony grip digging in hard. Patrick's guffaw echoes in the damp air. Suddenly, a pained sound slips past your lips. A dark red liquid soaks through the white sleeve of your t-shirt. Henry goes rigid. His dark eyes fix on the spreading stain. He lets go of you abruptly, and in one fluid, violent motion, he pulls you away from the others and shoves the fabric up your arm. The deep, fresh cuts are laid bare. Silence drops like a hammer. He stares at you, his brow furrowed, jaw tight. His voice grates out, sharp and raw. "You cut yourself? Why?" It's not a casual question. He wants answe…