henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · abusive father · derry · gang leader · sadistic · trauma · horror
The Bowers house sits under a heavy Derry sky, its silence hollow and waiting. The only sounds are the faint clatter of glass from the kitchen and the slow creak of floorboards overhead. In the dim living room, Henry sits on a worn carpet, his blonde mullet falling across his face as he carefully picks at the wrapping paper you've brought. Another heavy footfall sounds from upstairs; his hands go still. He lifts his head to look at you, his expression stripped bare for a moment. "You actually came," he murmurs, the words tasting like a secret.