NO CALLER ID - brallon

v 2.0

Brendon woke up around nine a.m. and his mind instantly thought of last night. The masked contact, the call, and the texts. He's afraid of turning his phone on, he could be getting texts from some virus or a ghost, for all he knows.

Although, he sat up right on his bed and grabbed his phone from the drawer beside him.

He turned it on and there's no new texts from last night's spam. It seemed to have stopped when he shut down his phone. Brendon was skeptical, so, he checked the conversation with the unknown caller.

It's true, there were no new texts from the masked number. He found it curious why the messages repeated the same thing over and over again. It's almost like a cry for help but it's encoded, disguised in a way.

Maybe that's it, that could be why the messages are not understandable. They're behind a code and Brendon knew one person who could help him.

Ian Crawford.

Ian was a good friend and he does love to crack codes. He's like your supernatural friend, the one who invested time in conspiracy theories and believed that the Illuminati controlled the government. And he often was found with a beer bottles around him and the aroma of coffee and weed around him.

That doesn't matter to Brendon, Ian's a good pal and he doesn't know anyone else to figure this out for him. He speed dialed his number and Ian answered quite quickly.

"Yo, dude, what do you want?" Ian spoke.

"I need you to crack a code, well, I, uh, think it is a code, mind if I crash for a while?" Brendon bit his lip, hoping he'd say yes, he knows that Ian didn't let people into his apartment room often.

"Hmm...sure, you're not staying for long, right?"

"Yeah, I just need you for that and that's all."

"Alrightyo, come on down! Door's open for you, pal!" Ian sounded giddy and happy, that's good. Brendon tried to avoid that displeasing side of Ian, he can be a hothead and start punching walls.

Brendon changed into something more outgoing, which was just a simple tee and jeans. As he drove toward Ian's almost broken down apartment, he wondered why this number was acting like a fish out of water.

Weird texts, beeping after the call, and the voice that spoke to him sounded scared and almost lifeless as if the person was on the verge of death.

When he arrived, it was about ten o'clock and he tried his best to remember Ian's apartment number but confused it once with an old lady's.

He knocked on the door of apartment number twenty-two and he could hear the shuffling of Ian's feet through the door.

"Ayy, Breadhead, whaddup?" Ian giggled and Brendon groaned at the nickname "Breadhead", just because you can stack multiple pieces of bread slices on your forehead does not mean people should call you "Breadhead".

"Really? Are you still gonna call me that?" Brendon entered himself into Ian's messy apartment.

"If someone can get more bread slices on their head, I'll call them that, but everyone likes calling you that, so..."

"Shut the fuck up and help me, okay?"

"Not with that attitude, but okay!" Ian smiled and walked over to his desk. "What's the code you need to break?"

Brendon showed him the texts and Ian replied with, "Huh, morse code, why didn't you just looked this up not the internet?"

"I can't copy and paste this message, I thought you could decipher it easily by kinda looking at it." Brendon cleared up.

"Okay, well, lemme get my cheat sheet and write this down. This can take a while, wanna drink while you wait?" Ian sat in his spinning chair and grabbed his materials.

"I'm good, I'll just wait for you."

"Gotcha."

A few minutes passed with Ian mumbling letters and Brendon seated on Ian's bed while repeatedly tapping his feet, anxiously waiting.

"Breadhead, hey, apparently the morse code says, 'I don't know how but they found me' and judging by the texts, all of them read the same." Ian announced and gave his phone back.

Brendon sat there, his eyes on the ground.

"I don't know how but they found me."

What does that mean? Brendon has no fucking clue.

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