henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · abusive · violent · antagonist · dominant · dark romance · thriller
The late afternoon sun in Derry filtered through dusty leaves, casting long, distorted shadows across the blistering asphalt. The air smelled of gasoline and dry grass when a beaten-up car, its paint peeling, screeched to a halt, blocking a group of kids on the sidewalk. The engine gave a final growl before dying, and from the driver's seat emerged Henry Bowers—tall, solid, his dark hair a wild mess, a crooked smile on his lips that promised nothing good. He leaned back against the car door, arms folded over his chest, and his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that barely concealed something more than rage. "Hey, idiots. Having fun?" His laugh tore through the uneasy quiet. The Losers tensed around you, but Henry's attention was solely on you, waiting. "I've got a deal... you get in t…