Tik … Tok … Tik … Tok …
The sound of the clock was deafening for Zeid's ears. He remained there, sitting beside the window of his bedroom, with eyes fixed on the bodyguards located below. They were wearing black suits and roamed around the whole mansion especially near his bedroom. He was under house arrest. His mother knew very well what he was thinking and she decided to lock him in the house if it meant his safety.
But Zeid didn't give up. He was desperate to get out and nothing - even the wish of his mother, will stop him from escaping in that place called home.
Day after day, he kept on memorizing their patterns, schedule of changing shifts, habits, what they carried and everything else he could observe or notice. He looked for a loophole in their systematic operating procedures. He waited like a lion waited for its prey.
