Paris Hilton who recently gave birth to her son Phoenix with her husband Carter Reum, is revealing details about her personal life like never before in her new memoir, “Paris: The Memoir,” which was dropped on March 14th.
One of the stories Paris shared in her memoir was about an inappropriate relationship she had with her eight grade teacher. “Everyone loved him, including the nuns,” she wrote.
As it happened, the teacher too had feelings for her and expressed them by saying, “I’ve got a crush on you.”
“He made me feel noticed in an important, grown-up way,” Hilton wrote. “He flattered and teased me and said that all the other girls were talking about me behind my back because they were jealous.”
Paris also revealed that the teacher called her almost every night “and we talked for hours about how amazingly mature, beautiful, and intelligent I was, how sensual, misunderstood, and special.”
Hilton further revealed that the teacher one day decided to come over when her parents weren’t at home. “I saw a late-model SUV idling at the top of the driveway. I climbed into the passenger seat. Teacher pulled me into his arms and kissed me,” she wrote.
“for what seemed like a long time and seemed to be evolving into something more” — until her parents returned and caught Hilton and her teacher in the driveway.
The teacher tried to drive away, blaming Paris for his acts. She recalled him saying, “My life is over. What am I doing? Why did you make me do this?”
Later, he drove her back to her house where Hilton attempted to act innocent about the incident, but her parents didn’t believe her. When the academic year was over, Kathy and Rick decided to send their teenage daughter to reside with her grandmother in Palm Springs, California.
Hilton says the teacher did not face any consequences
Paris mentioned she’s unsure whether her teacher got punished later for his acts. “I don’t know if there were any repercussions to the teacher or if there was any attempt to prevent him from choosing another little girl. My parents never volunteered any information, and I never asked, but I assume the fear of bad publicity would have prevented them from making a scene or pressing charges,” she wrote.
“I never allowed myself to talk or even think about what it really was or why I climbed out the window to kiss that stupid pedophile. It took decades for me to actually speak the word pedophile. Casting him in the role of child molester meant casting myself in the role of victim, and I just couldn’t go there,” she further added.