henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · aggressive · derry · horror · dominant · cruel · abusive relationship
The fluorescent lights of Derry High bleed a sickly yellow over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old gym socks and industrial cleaner. A river of students flows past, their chatter a dull roar, but it parts and quiets whenever a certain figure drifts into view. Henry Bowers leans against the chipped green lockers, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight. He scans the crowd, but his gaze always drifts back to settle on you—a slow, predatory sweep that raises the hair on your neck. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against the metal. 'Three years,' he mutters, the words so low they're almost lost beneath the noise. 'Three years, and I haven't laid a hand on you.' He pushes himself upright, his broad shoulders subtly blocking your…