Slappy- Vase Throw

His wooden hands wrapped around the blue fan-shaped vase on the coffee table. He raised the vase over his head.
A wave of panic tightened my throat. “Put that down!” I gasped. “That was my great-grandmother’s. It’s very valuable.”
“Are you going to play ball with me?” Slappy cried.
“No way —” I said.
“Then I’m going to play ball with you!” he shouted. “Catch!”
He pulled his arm back — and heaved the vase across the room at me.
“Nooooo!” I let out a scream of horror. Raised both hands to catch it.
The vase bounced off my chest. Knocked my breath out. As I started to choke, it crashed onto the top of the coffee table — and shattered into a dozen jagged pieces.
“No! Oh, no!”
I heard a cry behind me.
Still struggling to breathe, I turned and saw Mom, Dad, and Brandon standing at the living room doorway.

- Slappy New Year!, chapter 24