drama in the 8th grade

So... just a few minutes ago, I was teaching 4th period and drama erupted. I had just finished reading a short story aloud to the class and they were to read another short story silently. I was circling the classroom and noticed that one of my students (everyone's favorite Christian soldier) was writing on a paper instead of reading. When kids are doing things that are distracting to their learning, I take away the distracting object and give it back after class. So I took away this kid's planner. I said, "I'm taking this away." He yelled, "IT'S MY PLANNER!" I continued to tell him that I was taking it away because it is a distraction. He freaked out! He called me a B***** and loudly screamed some other choice words. The class was in shock. I was pissed so I told him to get out and with shaking hands, I wrote a referral. I met him in the hallway to talk with him about his behavior. He told me that he is trying to be a better student in school (thus the planner) and that I am making it so he can't. I He continued freaking out and told me that I am soo mean and that I am always singling him out, "Everyone else gets 100 warnings and I only get one." I asked him, "Didn't I kick another student out of class today? Don't I get after many other kids in this class?" He couldn't deny that I am "mean" to all the students. I told him that he needs to talk to me when he is feeling angry and upset at me. He was being all attitude and tough until he started to cry. I had mostly calmed down and I was using my nice voice with him so I told him that we could make a deal. I ripped up the referral and he has to talk to me the next time he gets this angry at me again. I told him that I cannot deal with him when he yells and swears and that I know this is not him. He was crying really hard by this point so I told him to clean himself up and come back to class when he was ready. I hope I did the right thing. I felt like if I just wrote him up he would just keep on getting madder and madder at me and have another blow up. I need to call his parents, who, I'm sure, will have some nice words for me too. Ah, born-again Christian fury. I need more deep breathes.