Story Writing Debate

Tears probably would have welled in my eyes, emotions overflowing my brain, if not for the fact I was mostly just confused. "D-Dad?" I asked, almost sceptically."Yes, son, it is I," he said, pretentiously archaically as always. "You're father.""What the hell is going on?""Allow me to explain, son. Really, it's all so simple.""And by simple, you mean overly convoluted and probably riddled with plot holes?""Well, what do you expect?" he asked, a little annoyed. "I mean for gods sake, since the beginning of this tale, the only things being presented were questions without answers and now here I am, someone who was supposed to be dead for years, and I have to provide all those procrastinated answers? At this point, the only thing that make sense if this whole thing was just a dream, but that's so cliché, isn't it? I mean, what the hell was up with that new-looking wardrobe in the first place?"I stare at him, unblinking. "I, uh... I don't know.""Well, then sit back and listen," he said, more composed. "There's this unit called the Fierce Wolves. They deal with drug-trafficking, human-trafficking, even traffic-trafficking.""Traffic-trafficking?""Yes, now pay attention. This unit seeks out and solicits the recruitment of talented young boys shown to have potential.""Like me?""No, you little idiot," my father said. "Like Jimmy. He was a part of the Fierce Wolves. That is, until a few years ago when he went rouge.""Went rouge?""Are you going to repeat everything I'm saying? Trust me, it'll make a lot more sense if you don't think about it too much. Anyway, one day he just decided this entire group was founded in immorality. So he faked his death to get out.""Wait, how do you know all this?""Because I did the same thing," he explained. "I'm sorry I worried your mother and you, but it was the only way. But Jimmy's past and my past started to catch up with us a few months ago when we showed up on the Wolve's radar again. Anthony, the guy you found in that wardrobe was hired to snuff us out for real. But he was no match for Jimmy's sheer cunning.""H-He killed him?""Yes, and then he planted him in that building in a conspicuous object, the new-looking wardrobe, so that you'll find him.""But, why?""Isn't it obvious?" he said, but then paused to think. He thought for a long time. I was about to ask if he was okay, but then he spoke again. "Yes, of course. He wanted you to find the body so that you'd realize what kind of horrible group these Fierce Wolves were and never get involved with them like he did.""But... But if he didn't do that, I never would have even known about this group.""Oh my God," my father suddenly exclaimed. "Is that gunfire I hear?"I looked around, but didn't see or hear anything."You must run," my father warned me and handed me a suitcase. "Take this. Inside, you'll find a fake ID for yourself, a passport, and enough money to fly someplace far away. Now go, and don't ever look back. The Fierce Wolves will kill you if they catch you."So I ran. I ran to the nearest bus stop, then took that to the nearest airport, then took that to the nearest European country. And I never looked back.EPILOGUE"So, did he buy it?" Jimmy asked."Of course he did," my father told him. "He got his brains from his mother's side."They both shared a hearty laugh, then Jimmy spoke. "Thank God. Now that he's out of my life, and you're out of your wife's life, we can finally be together.""Yes," my father said intimately, then took a sip of his wine. It tasted sweeter than he remembered.