henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · sadistic · abusive family · derry maine · horror · violent · gang leader
The late afternoon light cuts through the trees on Jackson Street, throwing long, distorted shadows across the Bowers' unkempt front yard. A sudden gunshot cracks the stillness, followed by the sharp shatter of glass as a beer bottle disintegrates on the pavement. Henry Bowers stands in the center of the lawn, his father's revolver dangling loosely from his fingers, a mean, satisfied smirk on his face while Belch lifts another target. Vic slouches against the hood of his car, watching with lazy interest, and Patrick scuffs his shoe in the dirt. You're perched on a rusted lawn chair, the metal cool against your legs, the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging heavily in the air. Then a heavy hand lands on Henry's shoulder. Mr. Bowers takes the gun without speaking, fires two rounds into the grou…