Merome: Fate Told Me So

The Knock

~Mitch's POV~
"Ding dong!"
"I'll get it!" I yelled. As I ran down the corridor. I heard loud foot steps running down our steps and running off into the distance. I stopped just a few feet away from the door. I hesitated but grabbed the door handle and opened the door completely. I gasped. A box, inside was a dog-- wait, it's not a dog. "What the..." I mustered. The box was open with a furry, curled up body. Suddenly the 'thing' rolled over, showing its face. It was fast asleep, but what surprised me the most was it was beaten up and covered in filth. It had cuts in scraps all over its body especially on its face. I bent down and tapped its fuzzy body. It slowly opened its eyes, I backed away. Golden eyes met my caramel ones. They looked so tiered, so... helpless like the beholder of these marvelous, golden flakes just gave up. I couldn't stand it and looked away. The thing just continued to look at me with those glimmering globes it called eyes. "W-what's your name?" I asked. The thing cocked its head. "What is your name?" I said again.
"Whaaa fis your naaaame?" It questioned. I looked at it bewildered, did it not know how to speak? Wait, how did I know it could talk! "You know how to talk?" I asked just to see if it could respond. It stood up shakily. It stood about the size of a small bear cub. "Jherrrromne." I blinked my eyes rapidly. Did it just answer me? Wait, what did it say it's name was? Jerome?
"Jerome?" I asked slowly approaching "Is that your name?" It looked down at my bare feet "Jherrrromne..." It said again. I put my hand above his head and was about to pet him when he looked back up at me, noticing my hand hovering above him, and growling, baring his sharp canines. I took my hand away from him and he returned back to his normal, cute self.
I shivered realizing that I've been outside in the middle of winter without my coat on, not to mention that my family and I lived in Canada! I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered once more. Jerome looked at me confused. I don't think he would've understood that I was cold, I mean like look at him! He is covered in fur from head to toe! I began to walk back inside my warm house when he grabbed my arm with his paw.
"Home?" Jerome said. I turned around. Did Jerome just say home? Does Jerome have a home? Was the person who left him here his only home? So many questions danced around my head. Jerome's pleading flakes of gold pierced my soul. He doesn't have a home... he's all alone.