A/N: Hey people.. This is my first FanFiction, so please be nice. I love creepypasta particularly Jeff and Slendy . And I think its cute that they are together (In my story at least). Well enjoy, I guess and I will try to update regularly.

Jeff's POV

''Jane, get your ass down here you little slut!" I yelled up at my wife Jane. Why does she take so long to get ready? I'm just taking her to Slendy's house! I got the text message a minute too late and decided that it was best for us to go. I really needed to connect with my bro. I haven't really seen him that much living in that secluded forest of his.

My whore for a wife came down the stairs dressed pretty nicely. She was wearing a long dress flowing to her feet accompanied by black pumps. Too nice.

"Why you so formal? I told your ass that we are just going to Slendy's house for dinner!"I scolded her.

"You know what Jeff" she said looking deep into my eyes "You really over did yourself. I can't take it anymore. When are you going to realize that I am the on keeping you alive? Fuck this. Filing divorce in a week.

"Bitch, you know you gonna come crawling back after 3 months like you always do," I went through this process so many times and I already know the protocol.

I make her upset. She walks away. And a few months later, come on her knees begging me to forgive her for being so stupid.

"I'm serious this time, Jeff. I'm moving back to my parent's house. And I'm taking all my shit!," She said upstairs, already packing.

"Alright baby. Call me when you're ready to come back,'' I said slamming the door behind me.

"And even if she did leave out my life forever. I didn't really care. It's not like the sex was good or anything. That got boring five months after we got engaged," I thought getting into the car.

But I had nothing to worry about. She'll be back for sure.

Jane POV

How could I put up with that fucker for so long? He called me a slut and whore so much, I was beginning to feel like I was actually one. Was I really a slut? Did I really deserve all these things from the only person in life I loved with all my heart? After all these years of heartbreak, was there even really any chance that it would work? I really love him, does he feel the same and just use this hard façade to disguise his love for me deep down inside?

"Shut the fuck up, Jane. You're are not a slut. And even if you were, you're the classiest slut I ever met", I told my reflection in the mirror soaking my lips in my signature black lipstick.

You're gonna make it great in life without Jeff the twat. I chuckle at my little joke.

I know, I'm fucking pathetic. I'm a slut and I know it. And let's be honest, I am the most classless slut in the entire universe. My reflection cried and its mascara mixed with its tears, creating black tears streaking down its face. It hated me.

Everyone hated me. I even hated me.

I had no parents house to go over because they wouldn't let me. They hated me too.I guess because I'm just me. Not Jane the Killer, but Jane the low-life, classless cunt. I never have lived up to my reputation. Jeff's hot partner in crime. I was really just Jeff's whore who had the worthlessness of a used tissue.

I grabbed my luggage and trudged out the front door to be greeted with an empty yard.

The fucker stole my car.

The rain pouring down was just a bonus.

I guess I'll be taking the long way home tonight...