Truth untold about a teenage girl

Going into high school back in 2000 was my dream, becoming almost a grown women soon to leave the home I couldn't be myself in. My dad was a"machista" as they call it. Mom got a new job at the Casino as a busser and I didn't like it at all because the tips they left at the table weren't for her but the waitress which they never picked up tables or clean but she stuck with it. I loved school, I liked to do essays and write poetry, I also liked doing all types of sports, I even tried basketball but I was too short haha but I did try out and well I didn't get in. But I was good at soccer and was the second kid to finish a race on track. My dad changed so much, he was always coming home drunk with friends and beat my mom for not having cooked meals ready on the table. I tried to stay almost everyday after school to finish homework just not to come home and see how he treated my mother. I begged for her to leave him but she did not have any legal papers so was scared to get deported. I got a car for my sweet fifteen because that's what I wanted instead of a party. I wanted to be independent so I also got a part time weekend job. I was so happy I was making my own money and getting good grades so I can be able to work. So here's where things get ugly... My mother after I came home a little before 10:00 pm at night from a friend's house finishing a project for school and I tried to explain to her that we were doing a project that had to be due right at the beginning of the class. She didn't listen and started calling me names. I didn't understand why she acted like that with me but only me? I told her it was cold outside and I wanted to come inside, she didn't let me and said "you like the streets so stay in the streets and never come back" I cried and begged to go inside but she locked the door and walked away. I started walking by a bridge and I was scared cause it was dark with no lights. I went to my cousin's house and asked if I can stay there for a night. After said ok but then again my aunt told me I couldn't stay and to go outside. It was a rainy day and we covered ourselves with blankets. In my head I didn't know what to do or where to go or who to contact. I'm only 16. I didn't want to be a burden and I was lost in emotions and confusion. I decided that I needed to think of a solution. I had no phone no nothing and I had no keys to the car my dad gave me. I turned around to try again with my mom but she never answered the door. I walked again to that dark bridge with my cousin and this is where another story begins. 

The story of a little girls FT working parents

Every morning as I can remember being in Elementary school both mom and dad will go to work at a cucumber field in Camp Pendleton, CA from 4:30 am to 8:00 pm at night Monday thru Fridays. Having to never see them during the week made us all lonely and sad. We had the weekends just to go to a park with my little brothers and one older sister with dad and family church on Sundays. My sister and I were in the choir up stairs which was really fun to do. That's the life of some immigrant families living in the USA have to go thru. During those times we always had different babysitters and they were all mean and I couldn't understand the rights from wrongs back then, just thought it was the way she was trying to discipline every one of us. Scared to tell both my parents of what was happening while we were supposed to be cared for because of her threats. This babysitters name started with a (T) she was our aunt my dad's brother's wife.