*Jamie's POV*

1872, Albany, Illinois

"Tris?" I said, calling for my adopted mom.

"I thought I told you to call me mom!!!" Tris hollard, marching towards me and grabbing my wrist. She dragged me around like a rag doll, and hit me several times.

"Stop Tris! You're hurting me!" I yelled, as tears came to my eyes, but she just kept on beating me.

After I was beaten serverly, and I had possibly cracked a few of my ribs, I hobbled to my room. A few minutes later, I climbed out the window with a bag of food, water, and clothing.

After traveling for a few days, I found a small cabin. A young woman with curly brown hair, was out on the porch. Her perfect skin glew in the moonlight and her brown eyes shimmered. When she saw me, she rushed to help me up the stairs.

"Are you alright?" She asked politely.

"Not really, my adopted mother beat me, and I think I cracked a few ribs. I have been traveling for days now, I was trying to get away from her, so I ran away. " I said, replying to her question.

"Oh, let me help you then. I have plenty of food and water to share with you. And if you need a place to stay, all you have to do is ask." She said politely, with a kind look on her face.

"That would be great-" I said, cutting myself off.

"Katerina Petrova." She said.

"Jamie Salvatore." I said, "Tris kept the name that my mother had given me originally." I finished off.

"Salvatore, huh." Katerina said with a suprised look on her face.