Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or, sadly, Axel.

A/N: I'm making this story for jaden_hale_f, and she is likewise making one for me that I'm very excited about. So give credit for this story to both of us. The idea is hers, but the writing is mine. Same with her Jasper/OC story that will soon be coming/is out. Hope you like!

Song used: White Horse - Taylor Swift

Anything For You

Chapter One

"All I want is you. Do you love me?"

Those words sound so sweet, don't they? What would you say if someone said that to you? Of course I do. I want you, too. Always.

But my only answer was silence. Because those words were coming from my father, Shane, as I liked to refer to him when he wasn't around. Too his face, however, I called him Papa. Sometimes Daddy. Occasionally Shane. He usually told me what to call him.

Right now was a situation in which I was supposed to call him Shane. I mean, he might feel bad if the young woman he was currently undressing called him Papa. And we certainly couldn't have that, now, could we?

He stood behind me, whispering in my ear, his rough hands roaming over my naked body, while he was completely clothed, save for his typical red flannel button-down shirt. He did still, however, wear his faded green baseball cap. Points for that, I suppose.

His hands traveled down from my shoulders, carressing my breasts, until they came to rest at my hips, where he roughly pulled me against him, his hot breath in my ear. "Did you hear what I said, Jaden?" he growled. "I asked you a question. Do you love me?"

I tried my best not to hesitate. I should've been used to this by now, and been able to fake it. But ever since my sister left for college, and gotten herself out of this hellhole, all his attention had been focused on me, and no matter how hard I tried to make myself look unattractive to him, he still found something about me to feed his insatiable sex craze.

Aren't baggy pants supposed to be unattractive? What about shapeless, extra large shirts? Thick, huge, circle-shaped Harry Potter glasses? Chap stick on your teeth? Chipped nail polish? I even tried to stop shaving down there, but he just pulled me into the shower and did it for me. My skin was still healing from all the nicks at my skin the razor and his lack of care had caused.

Although I always wanted to look my best for school. I wasn't going to let this maniac completely ruin my life, even out of the house. And after a while, he figured this out. He'd pick me up from school, intercept me at the buses, and offer a big smile for my friends, and tell Kairi that he and her dad should get together for poker sometime. Then when we got in the car, he'd mutter something about how he wished I looked more like her, and how he'd like to get his hands on her.

I, of course, pretended not to hear these comments. But they still disgusted me, no matter how much I pushed them out of my mind.

"O-Of course, Pa... Shane," I said, trying my best to sound sexy, not scared. He hated it when I was scared. Said it made him feel bad. Like he was doing something he shouldn't. Which he was. But I couldn't say that.

He didn't move. That wasn't a good sign. "Now why don't I believe you?" he asked, his tone almost conversational.

I froze, my eyes wide. I tried my best not to shake from fear, but only one thought was racing through my head, bouncing back and forth between the walls of my mind:

He's gonna hurt me.

"I-I-I don't -" I gasped and let out a short cry as he pushed me away from him hard, suddenly. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around, then slapped me across the face. I fell to my knees, him having let go of me - finally - and tried to breathe.

"Say it like you mean it," he told me, the desire nearly absent from his voice, replaced by a commanding tone. Well, what else was to be expected? I was his slave, his doll, and he could play with me however he wanted. His house, his rules, that was what he said. And his rules were spread 'em or lose 'em.

"I love you, Shane," I whispered, keeping all traces of emotion out of my voice. I looked away from his hands as they traveled to his waist, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down, slowly. I didn't look at his eyes, though, either. He told me he didn't like that. Said I wasn't a good enough actress yet. Meaning I couldn't keep the fear and hurt out of my eyes, and he didn't want to look at them.

He smirked and walked forward, his pants falling to the ground as he shook them off carelessly. "That's more like it," he said huskily, coming closer and closer.

I closed my eyes and turned my head away slightly, so he wouldn't see the one tear rolling down my cheek. I let reality fall away from me and tried my hardest to leave this place, to run away to the recesses of my mind, until tomorrow came, when I could finally truly escape, if only for a little while.

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.

I fixed my pale blue fringe scarf, pulling it tighter around my neck, before shutting my locker. I tried to cover up my self-consciousness, and felt I had been doing well for the first half of the day. No one seemed to notice anything wrong. Just like always.

My friends knew my dad got angry sometimes. That he would occasionally hit me. But they had no idea of the lengths of his 'anger'. Because the only bruises they ever saw were the ones that I couldn't possibly hope to cover up. This one was a little more difficult than others, but so far I was managing to hide it. A sick feeling of pride washed over me, which quickly dissipated as I realized my disgust. There was nothing to be proud about. I was lying to my friends about my sexually abusive father. What could be worse?

Kairi and Olette were waiting for me at the base of the stairs. Their lockers were on the first floor, whereas mine was on the second, along with Hayner, Pence, Yuna, and Rikku. Rikku was only a few lockers down from me, and always popped up unnexpectedly to pour her gossip out on me. Yuna usually rescued me, tossing an apologetic smile over her shoulder before herding her blonde best friend to the bathroom, but sometimes she came a little too late, and I actually had to pretend to listen. Hayner and Pence usually hung out with each other, and the three of us would hang out by my locker, and I'd laugh at the appropriate places and add in my two-cents when needed. I was closer to Pence than Hayner, though, and sometimes I would even talk to him about my 'girl problems'. Not anything like that time of the month - I know what you're thinking - just things about how I got so emotional over Desperate Housewives last night, or how I didn't have enough money to buy this really adorable shirt, and things like that.

I smiled back at them, putting on my life-is-great face, and they seemed to buy it. Like they always did. But I didn't blame them for their ignorance. In fact, I envied them for it. I still didn't know Olette too well, but I hoped that over time we could become great friends. Maybe we three could go to the mall together this weekend. That is, if Shane would let me.

"Hey!" Kairi said as I stepped down from the last stair. Her eyes dropped from mine to the scarf, then back again. "I love your scarf! Where'd you get it?"

My dead mom's closet. "Oh, it was just lying around. I guess I forgot I bought it!" I laughed, and they joined in, with no idea what was underneath the old yet fashionable scarf.

We caught our breath and Kairi turned to Olette. "Hey, 'Lette, can you go tell Sora we'll be a minute? I have to talk to Jaden about you know what." She winked and giggled a little.

Olette laughed a little and nodded. "'Kay," she said, turning and walking swiftly down the hall. "Don't take too long!" she called over her shoulder before turning the corner and disappearing.

Kairi immediately locked eyes with me, her expression completely serious. I knew then that she had seen through my ruse, and was finally going to bring it to my attention. "Jaden, we need to talk," she said, her eyes determined but concerned.

Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was. I tried to keep playing my game. "Okay...? What about?"

She jutted out her lower jaw, and I knew she didn't believe me. "What's under that scarf?"

I swallowed and started walking away. "There's nothing, Kairi, it's just a cute scarf."

Kairi started following me. "I don't believe -"

"Why don't I believe -"

I whirled around to face her, trying to rid his voice from my head. "Why can't you just let it go?" I snapped, and she stopped where she stood, her eyes wide in surprise. "Geez, Kairi, you don't have to know everything! I don't want to tell you, so just leave me alone!"

I spun around, pounding down the hallway, ignoring the guilt in the back of my mind telling me to turn back and apologize.

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

But of course, my exit had to be ruined. Not even two steps after turning the corner and leaving Kairi to swallow my dust, I collided with a hard body and stumbled back a few steps, shuffling the books in my hands to keep them from falling to the ground. I jerked my head up to see who had so rudely slammed themselves into me - because it was obviously not my fault, as they should have been watching where they were going - and found myself struck by surprise.

I'd never seen this... guy? man? boy? before. He wasn't really a guy; he looked too mature, almost too old, to be called a guy. Man? No, he wasn't that old. A Senior, maybe? And boy? Definately not. No, one swift glance at this hunk of hottness would blow away any thoughts of 'boys'.

He was tall, at least a head taller than me, and he was as skinny as any emo skater kid in skinny jeans you'd see on the street. His bright green eyes were framed by long dark lashes and thick black lines of eyeliner. He was as pale as Paine, maybe even more so, and his hair was like a beacon. The fire engine red color was absolutely impossible - did he mix Kool-Aid with his conditioner? - and set off his eyes even more than his skin and eyeliner by themselves. He wore tight, dark wash jeans with faded red Converse, and a black shirt with a little fire thing giving a cocky grin. His black hoodie fell over his frame, looking a size too big on his thin body. One hand still remained in his pocket, while the other was on the wall, holding himself up as he straightened himself, blinking from surprise.

"Whoa," he said, then laughed a little, his eyes meeting mine. We stared at each other for a while. Our eyes met, shook hands, got together for coffee, and laughed over dinner. They could've had hot, exotic sex by the time I looked away, blushing. He laughed a little, nervously, apparently feeling the same thing I had. "Are you alright?"

I nodded and made a sound of affirmation before rushing off, ignoring his voice trying to call me back. I walked quickly, making elaborate turns and going in crazy directions, in case he was following me.

To my relief, when I turned around to lean against a wall and catch my breath, he wasn't anywhere in sight. I sighed, and found myself unable to force myself to go to lunch. I blinked slowly and threw my sack lunch away in the trash can. I knew I wasn't going to be able to eat today. Not with those green eyes staring at me, like they could see right through, asking:

"What does he do to you?"

Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.