The Willing Accomplice

‘I’ll show you!’ I thought. ‘Well, THIS will get their attention.’ I looked at my accomplice. “Ready?”
My father and his friend entered the cellar. “Alice, no!” screamed my father. I plunged the dagger into the boy. Blood poured from his abdomen. He fell to the floor.
“My Lord!” yelled the friend as he picked up the knife. “That was wonderful!”
“Was it?” I asked the stage director, with hope.
“Why yes. This fake blood is fantastic! See me tomorrow after school.” My father looked at me.
“OK. You have proved your point. Now go clean up your little brother.”