!SPOILERS!
it you haven't seen IT: Chapter Two, don't read.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟: 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 (𝐈𝐓 2)

I had pulled up into the Bowers drive, my eyes widening as I
notice the flashing police lights. Red and blue going on and off repeatedly.
"What's happening?!" I wondered.
Stopping the car, i hesitantly got out, shutting the door to my beaten up red Subaru brat.
The gravel crunched as I walked towards the scene, carefully taking my steps as craned my neck to take in what was happening.
There was cop cars surrounding the lot, the sheriff and his deputies littering the lawn. Their tall hats making them very easy to determine.
I made my way up to the front of the house, noticing the police tape and what seemed to be detectives or reporters. I'm not really sure, they had note pads and fancy cameras, they were obviously important figures.
I only got once glance inside, the door was wide open and I saw
what seemed to be bloodied fabric; I then heard a voice behind me.
"Miss, you cant be here."
"W-whats going on?" I stumbled out, an officer was starting to push at my shoulder and lead me away from the home.
I tried my best to comply but at the same time stand my ground.
"Miss, you need to leave. This is a crime scene."
That's what made me worried.
With the blood inside and police officers, I wonder if something happened to Henry. Did his dad snap and finally kill him? Or the opposite?! I need to know.
"No! What happened!" I raised my voice, obviously angering the man in front of me.
Before he could give his reply, which was good since his tightened jaw put a small seed of fear in me, there was a commotion starting up not far from us.
I looked over and noticed some officers starting to run towards something. I stepped to the side so I could see, and it was Henry. Except he looked different. He looked broken, his face emotionless, his face bloody, his face like nothing..I've seen before.
Blood was on his cheeks, slowly falling down in droplets from his forehead. But there was no wound.
It wasn't his blood.
The gears in my head got no time to comprehend what I was seeing before something new happened. Something that was certainly change everything.
Henry, getting taken for the first time, down to the ground. His arms pinned behind him, and he gave no struggle. He complied completely.
Me, I immediately charged over. A light jog turning into a full sprint across the yard.
I don't know what had happened, I just knew I didn't want him to be in that situation. They couldn't do that. They couldn't.
For that, I was held back. Random arms grabbed at me, I, eventually falling to my knees from the force, giving out once last scream.
Maybe Henry recognized my voice, because he looked up. Our eyes met as one of men pinning him down stated,
"Henry Bowers, you're being charged with the murder of Oscar Bowers"