What's Wrong With Dangerous? (A Whouffle Fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eleven

I can't help but feel slightly left out, as I trail behind the Doctor and Jenny. They're talking and laughing and crying with their arms draped over each other's shoulders, like the oldest of friends. I'm just walking behind them like a total loser. The Doctor doesn't even make an effort to include me, which I resent him for.

I kick the snow up as I walk, feeling like a stroppy child. Maybe I should just go home to Angie and Archie if he cares so little about me. I deliberately lengthen the distance between them and me, walking very slowly, at times even stopping. They don't even notice.

We're passing a pub when suddenly I feel strong arms around my waist. I scream, but they don't turn around to help me. The arms drag me into the dark doorway of the pub, and however hard I fight against them, they don't let go. The door slams shut behind me as a sweaty hand is clamped over my mouth.