Maya hit the dirt hard. She couldn't scream, or cry out. Her voice croaked as swirls of dirt invaded her nostrils. Blood tricked out of her nose and in her throat. Adrenaline masked the pain in Maya's head as she scrambled to her feet. This wasn't a fight she could win with brute force; she needed to be smarter.

Scanning the clearing, her gaze landed on a fallen branch lying a few feet away. With a desperate lunge, she grabbed it, the rough bark biting into her palm.

Emily didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. She charged again, her face contorted with rage. Maya raised the branch, blocking a clumsy swing of the shovel.

The impact sent a jolt of pain through her arm, but she held her ground, pushing back against Emily's desperate assault. The fight devolved into a chaotic tangle of limbs and grunts, the clearing echoing with the clang of metal and the crack of wood snapping.

Neither of them were trained fighters, their movements fueled by fear and desperation. But Emily, driven by the need to silence Maya, fought with a reckless abandon. Maya, on the other hand, channeled her anger and determination into her defense.

As they stumbled around the clearing, Maya spotted a large rock half-hidden under the leaves. It was her only chance.

With a feigned move towards the left, she drew Emily's attention, then spun sharply, kicking out with all her might. Her foot connected with the shovel, sending it flying through the air.

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The shovel landed with a clatter a few feet away. Taking advantage of the opening, Maya lunged forward, aiming for the rock. Emily, caught off guard, crashed into it with a grunt, the impact knocking her down, leaving her gasping for air.

For a moment, both girls lay there, gasping for breath amidst the rustling leaves. The clearing was silent, the only sound their ragged breaths and the pounding of Maya's heart.

Slowly, Maya pushed herself up, her body a throbbing mass of pain. Emily remained slumped against the rock, her eyes wide with a mix of defeat and fear.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Emily," Maya said, her voice surprisingly steady. "We can go to the police together. Tell them what happened."

"It's not up to you. No matter what either of us will do, it won't change the fact that she already had him and he'll always think of her instead."

Tears welled up in Emily's eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Seeing the girl she thought she knew reduced to this state of utter hopelessness ignited a flicker of sympathy within Maya.

Emily buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with sobs. The fight had left her, replaced by a crushing weight of guilt and fear. For a tense moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Emily's quiet weeping.

Maya knelt beside her, reaching out to tentatively touch her shoulder. Yet, she remained cautious. Trust, once so easily given, had shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

"Emily, please," Maya said softly. "We can get through this together."

Slowly, Emily lifted her head. Her eyes, red and raw, met Maya's. Something in her gaze flickered - a fleeting glimmer of surrender, a desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a path back from the darkness.

"There's no going back. He'll never want me, and even if he does, he'll always want her more instead." Emily sobbed, swung the shovel again, hard.