•But You're BLACK•

"The human race has lost it's way. We are no longer humans. We are colors. Judged by the color of our skin, but not the color of our hearts. Humans don't know that love has no color." - Anonymous MyKai is a normal seventeen year old girl, but her life is far from normal. She is biracial and lives on the racist streets of London. She doesn't know her father and her mother is a black prostitute. MyKai is brought into the sick world of turning tricks and sucking dick for money. What happens when she is almost sold to the famous Harry Styles? How will the world react to his new dark beauty? "Could someone like you ever love someone like me?" "No." "W-why not?" "Because you're black.." *This material belongs to Asia Rowe. Do not copy nor publish this story. This story has been published and edited by Asia Rowe. ©Copyright of 2014. All rights reserved.* This is not meant to offend anyone. I myself am half black and very proud. Please don't take offense to it.


1. Prologue

"...never trust anyone, even the devil was once an angel..." 


You could hear the loud moans echoing through the halls of my house. You could hear the pounding through the walls of my room. Hell, I'm pretty sure the bums outside could here my mother being used in the room next to mine. 

Turning tricks and sucking dicks was the way we had to survive. It was the way my mom payed the bills and put food on our table. 

I never wanted to turn out like my mother. I didn't want to have to give up my innocence to any old man that was willing to pay fifty British pounds. 

Call me naive, but I had dreams. I had visions and goals that were way out of the ghetto streets of London. I wanted to be an activist. Write speeches about how the people of the world could be one, how we could live in peace without prejudice. But my dreams were crushed. My goals were never met. 

My mother would tell me that this was the life for black girls. That just because I was half white didn't mean anything. She told me that I would have to be willing to do things that were out of my comfort zone. She said that I was like a model. That models showed off their body and got paid for it. But I wasn't a model, I was dirty.

But he thought different. Mr. Styles saw beyond my skin color and my lifestyle. He saw my potential as his toy. 

No one could know that the Harry Styles has fallen for someone like me. Some one that was black.

© Copyright of Asia Rowe.

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