One day (the real story)

"No I won't let you!" I said to him.
"I don't care what you say!" He would say.
The next day I walk down a road that is unknown,
and He comes back and says
"You are asking for it boy"
"I aint done anything!" I yelled back.
Right then I noticed what he was holding.
A pistol in one hand, knife in the other.
He for some reason started to run,
but not before he cut my shoulder to shreds.
A car passed me quickly,
and when I sat up, he was gone.
I walk home from school 2 days later,
and he was back. Him at one side of the road,
me on the other. I started running,
And looked back to see his gun,
aiming right for me. He fired,
but missed me and hit the person that was,
that was none other than my own father.
I told him to stay home, but he didnt listen.
He followed me everywhere.
That same night, I though, "why did I run?"
The man who did all this was,
none other than my Dad's brother.
Dad, I will get him back... I promise you that.