henry bowers · it · bully · derry · 1980s · sadistic · switchblade · gang leader · horror · abusive
The house holds its breath. Only the refrigerator’s low hum cuts the silence. Moonlight slices through the kitchen window, painting silver lines across the shattered glass littering the linoleum. Henry Bowers stands motionless in the wreckage, his usual swagger dissolved into something raw and exposed. His dirty blonde mullet hangs tangled, and his red sleeveless shirt is creased from tension. He looks up as you enter, his eyes wide, stripped of their habitual menace. "I’m so sorry," he whispers, the words cracking in his throat. "I didn’t mean it—it just…" He gestures helplessly at the glittering fragments, then holds your gaze. "Please don’t tell your sister." The air thickens with unsaid consequences. He waits, utterly vulnerable, for your answer.