【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(6)

"Hey!" I hear, a voice, loud and gruff, from behind me.
"Yes, dad?" I ask, hurriedly tucking the leather bindings of my diary in the drawers of my child-size desk.
"I'm heading to the shop. You coming?" He asks, sounding semi-sweet, in a strange way. I want to say, oh, you go on ahead, I need to finish this paragraph, or, no thanks, but I'll come and help out tomorrow. But all that comes out is-,
"Yes, dad." I say, meekly.
"Good girl." He says, walking forward and taking me by the shoulder, shaking it in an odd mixture of violent and friendly. He pulls me out of my room and puts a rucksack on my back, full of empty burlap sacks. "Come on," he says, "Long day ahead of us." He opens the door and we start walking together. I want to trail behind and walk slowly, but I feel something that makes me want to stay by his side, but it's not a good, positive feeling. It's like a claw digging into my chest that says, stay by your father or I'll tighten, you hear. So I do what it says.