"The Conflict"
- Raymond Redington

- Sep 20, 2025
- 2 min read

The Conflict One Take. No Mercy.
They weren’t born bad. Just broke.
Zane and Tyrell. Grew up in the same cracked house, slept on opposite ends of a mattress that smelled like mildew and missed chances. They stole together, bled together, dreamed together. But dreams rot when money whispers.
Zane got rich first. Not legit—never legit. He found a way to skim off crypto wallets, ghost accounts, digital blood money. He didn’t tell Tyrell. Said he’d come back for him once the heat cooled. But the heat never cooled. And Zane never came back.
Tyrell waited. Weeks. Months. Then he saw Zane on a billboard in Paramaribo, selling luxury watches with a fake smile and a real Rolex. That was the moment Tyrell snapped—not because Zane left, but because he lied.
Tyrell betrayed himself by chasing revenge. He could’ve walked away. Could’ve built something clean. But he wanted Zane to feel it. So he hacked Zane’s accounts, drained them dry, and left a single message: You forgot who taught you to steal.
Zane betrayed himself by believing money made him untouchable. He thought loyalty was a currency he could spend. But when the lights went out and the silence came, he realized he’d traded his soul for a spotlight.
They met one last time. In a parking lot behind a nightclub. No words. Just fists. Blood. Screams swallowed by bass.
When it ended, Zane was broken. Tyrell was empty. And the mattress they once shared? Still there. Still damp. Still waiting.....cause history has a funny way of repeating itself......




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