Creative Writing: The Construction Murderer

I was 13 at the time and had just gotten an electric scooter. One day as I was riding around my neighborhood, which is relatively safe, I noticed two construction workers next to a white van staring at me. I didn't think much of it as there was a lot of construction going on at the time. As I was riding I took a bad fall and landed on my head causing my forehead to bleed.

The construction workers both looked over and started laughing, then one shouted," Wipeout!!" I yelled at them to shut up which was probably a bad idea looking back on it now. The two men then got into their van and rode over to where I was sitting examining my wounds. They slowed down to a stop next to me and the driver said," You shouldn't say shut up, it's rude." I replied, " You were being rude so screw off and leave me alone." Also probably not the best thing to say.
The driver then said, " You better cut it out or else." I responded with, " Or else what." What he said next still disturbs me. " Or else you're coming in my van and you'll never see your family again. My eyes widened in horror as the men drove off.

I thought everything was fine until the next day when I was home alone. It was about 6 at night and my parents were eating dinner at a local restaurant. I was watching TV when I heard a loud knock at the door. I remembered what my mom had said and peeked through the window, only to see the two construction workers from the previous day. I shot back from the window and ran upstairs to call my mom when I heard glass breaking from the glass door in the back of the house. I then wisely called my neighbor, who is an ex-marine and frantically told him about the situation. He told me he'd be right over with his 9-millimeter